Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics

Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics

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Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics

Send "Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio" Ringtone to your Cell 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 make monumental Methods I`m not the king but nigga`s is decaf I stick `em for the cream, check it Just how deep can shit get, get deeper than your fists And brothers is mad pissed, accept it In your cross colors clothes, you crossed over And now you`re totally crossed out, Kriss Kross Who the boss, nigga`s get tossed to the side I`m the dark side of the force, of course It`s the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic and coming for that headpiece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket Nigga`s want the ruckas, so bust it at me son, now bust it Styles, I get buckwild, Method Man on some shit Fucking nigga`s foul, son, I`m sick Insane crazy Driving Miss Daisy How the fuck am I Now I got mine, I`m swayze Is it real, son Let me know it`s real, son If it`s really real, son Let me 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 use 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 And all you nigga`s 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 Nigga, pump off a set, coming through all your projects Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise Coming like a vet on some old vietnam shit You can bet your bottom dollar that I`m on it And it`ll get even worse, word to god, it`s the Wu Coming through taking niggaz `fore they`re Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Moving 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 Loving all those god damn funky rhymes galore Check it `cause I think not when it`s hip hop like propa Rhymes be the proof when I`m drinking 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, let me know it`s real, son If it`s really real, son, let me know it`s One, two three, four, kill one Fuck it up and kill one Fuck it up and kill one Let me know it`s real Send " Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio" Ringtone to your Cell Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics @ ELyrics | Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics @ Kovideo | Mindless Self Indulgence Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics @ Songlyrics | Bring The Pain Clean And Fresh Scented For Radio lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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