Bring the Pain (Nasty as Hell Version) Mindless Self Indulgence

[Verse 1]
(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
Method, I'm not the king
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em full of CREAM
Check it, just how deep can shit get
Get deeper than your fists and brothers is mad, pissed, accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out, Kris Krossed
Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method (woo) from the Wu-Tang (woo)
I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Yo, bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method (woo) on some shit, fuckin' niggas foul
So now i'm sick
Insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm Swayze

[Hook]
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 kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real