Mindless Self Indulgence Bring The Pain (Crappy Little Demo) 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____z is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream check it
Just how deep can s___ get - get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad p___ed accept it
In your cross colors clothes you crossed over
And now ya totally crossed out and Kriss Kross
Who da boss n____z get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force of course
It's the method man from the wu-tang clan
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece protect it
f___ it two tears in a bucket
n____z want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it
Stylez I get buckwild method man on some s___
f___'n n____z 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 its really real son lemme know it's real
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real
When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion
I always wonder when I would be the number one - hey hey hey
And now you listen to me darcon darcon
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And all you n____z come and test me test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope
Cuz the only way you hang is by the neck
n____ pump 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 s___
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____z '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 g______ monkey rhymes galore
Check it cuz I think not when it's hip hop like propa
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 its really real son
Lemme know it's
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Kill one - f___ it up and kill one
f___ it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real

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