Mindless Self Indulgence - Bring the Pain (Nicey-Nice for radio) lyrics

(Lemme tell you now) I came to bring the pain Hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental Based on instrumental Records, hey so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the king But n***as is decaf I stick 'em for the cream Check it Just how deep can sh** get-get Deeper than your fists And brothers is mad, pissed Accept it In your cross color Clothes are crossed over Now ya totally crossed out And Kriss kross Who da boss? n***as get tossed to da side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course It's the method ohh From the Wu-tang ohh I be hectic And comin' for that headpiece Protect it f** it Two tears in a bucket n***as want the ruckus? Yo, bust it at me, son Now bust it Styles I get buck wild, Method man On some sh**, f**in' n***as Foul, son, I'm sick Insane crazy Drivin' miss daisy How the f** am I? Now I got mine, I'm swayze Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son If it's really real, son Lemme know it's real Load it up and k** one Load it up and k** one Load it up and k** one If it's really real When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion Oh oh oh I always wonder When I will be the number one Hey hey hey And now you listen to me, Dacron Dacron - And all you n***as come and test me, test me I'm gonna lick out your brains Mothers wanna hang with the meth Bring the rope 'cause the only way you hang is by the neck n***a, bump off a set Comin' through all your projects Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam sh** You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it And it'll get even worse Word to God, it's the Wu Comin' through, takin' n***as 'fore they're Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Movin' to your left I came to represent And carve my name within your chest You can come test Realize it's no contest, son I'm the gun who won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore Check it, 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka No OJ No, no straw When you give it to me, yeah Give it to me raw I burn Give it to me raw I burn Chest hair I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no All I need is chemical bank to pay her up Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son If it's really real, son Lemme know it's One, two, three, four k** one f** it up and k** one f** it up and k** one Lemme know it's real