City Morgue - HURTWORLD ’99 lyrics
[City Morgue - HURTWORLD ’99 lyrics]
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermanns and two for the pit's
(Hurt, hurt) talk shit, get hit
One just to bury ya, and two if we miss
(Hurt, hurt) you get H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (yeah)
We don't talk because I do not like you
(Okay)
Quite frankly, I think I do wanna fight you
(Wassup?)
In your stomach, I wonder what a knife do?
(Okay) get insane
Fuck around and I might just bite you
(Aha ha)
What's your name, buddy? Nobody knows (Okay)
If I see you here again
You better stay on your toes (Hurt)
Watch your weight, you're too easy to throw
(Huh?) put you in a clinch and catch
A knee to your nose (Okay)
And you get hit (Hit) , I leave you faceless
I pull the clutch in, and then I stick-shift
I'm throwin' question mark kicks
Elbows and Ashis
Put him in a guillotine like, "Oh no
He got me" (Hurt)
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermanns and two for the pit's
(Hurt, hurt) talk shit, get hit
One just to bury ya, and two if we miss
(Hurt, hurt) you get H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Sleezy)
H-U-R T, shoot out my RV (Boom boom)
Press a button on the 'Rari
I don't do car keys (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just sell them hard kis
(Work) , fuckin' on Barbies (Slide)
I don't drink Bacardi
(No no) , I shoot up ya party (Boom boom)
Need the mop sticks
(Boom) , got them Glock sticks (Boom)
Got two sticks on me, it ain't chopsticks
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Got the Rottweilers
(Sleezy) , got the barbwire (Fuck outta here)
Got the carbon fiber (Boom)
Take my gun and sodomize ya (Boom boom)
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermanns and two for the pit's
(Hurt, hurt) talk shit, get hit
One just to bury ya, and two if we miss
(Hurt, hurt) you get H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)
H-U-R T, H-U-R T (Hurt)