Charlie Ray, Twisted Insane - Hurt Em lyrics

And we can hurt 'em hit 'em with venom
Murder and hit 'em with real life
Shit that's scary to children
Slicing, sticking a knife inside tou
There ain't no feeling
Tyson niggas that coming to bite you
Dreaming of killing and we can hurt 'em
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's making a sound, no noise
No fucking breathing
This is the shit that you
Get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em

Gangsta leaning find 'em
Cut 'em all up and fill they slut with semen
Never believe this
I'm the reason people give evil meaning
Hello, I'm Twisted Insane hoe
The Last Demon, brain
Some of these niggas would be way to drunk
To catch the meaning
And go before they entered the show
That's the shit that got me steaming
The hate when niggas get all fucked
Up and act like He-Man
But really they just a jackass, nigga
The size of wee men
Don't ever question authenticity
Or willingness to put in work
I come from a life of dirty ass hoes nigga
Go sleep in dirt you know what
Niggas act like they tough and
Can't and won't get hurt i put in on mommas
Anybody on this earth can get murked
Nigga this ain't Marvel, nigga this ain't DC
Nigga you ain't Iron Man
If anybody can exploit your weakness
I bet I can
Then watch you niggas all run like bitches
When it's time to put work in
I spent a lifetime in that conflict
Homie that's for certain nigga

Hurt 'em hit 'em with venom
Murder and hit 'em with real life
Shit that's scary to children
Slicing, sticking a knife inside you
There ain't no feeling
Tyson niggas that coming to bite you
Dreaming of killing and we can hurt 'em
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's making a sound, no noise
No fucking breathing
This is the shit that you
Get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em

Never gangbang but, I put you down still
With the steel real quick
Mom had a nigga strapped at a young age
Cracked shot with a gun play, real shit
Street by street had to watch my
Mouth to keep my teeth
But, your homie had hands and the feet
You ain't finna run a beating by me
They try to run up
And might get the Bruce Lee
In a literal sense
But, you were deceased trynna fuck
With this loose leaf
Bet you hitting that fence dismiss my French
While I come through with Insane
Leave the whole game with a piss-like stench
Pull your skirt if you bitch made
Homie which way?
Is there to run, we worldwide
And in that gym, now we ain't gotta do shit
To catch yo girls eye hi
My name is don't give a fuck if I'm famous
Just here to make bucks, hit stages
And kick up that dust with Brainsick
I be faded off the shelf top and best drugs
Remember I used to be off of
Them hops and red bud
But Twisted gave me a shot
As Hip-Hop instead of murder
It's nothing to serve ya wipe yourself off
You dead
See you be that redrum, nigga we hurt 'em

Hit 'em with venom
Murder and hit 'em with real life
Shit that's scary to children
Slicing, sticking a knife inside tou
There ain't no feeling
Tyson niggas that coming to bite you
Dreaming of killing and we can hurt 'em
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's making a sound, no noise
No fucking breathing
This is the shit that you
Get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em