Madchild, Rich Kidd , JD Era - Hurt that Man lyrics
[Madchild, Rich Kidd , JD Era - Hurt that Man lyrics]
This is the sound of a head hitting the floor
This sound is different because this
Head is no longer connected to a body
Anybody wanna battle me, I'll murk that man
Beat his fuckin' ass like Dirtbag Dan
Put my thoughts together and assert that plan
Anybody in my way take a dirt nap fam
Don't ask me how I'm doin'
I'm a miserable fuck
I'm tired and overworked and
The residuals suck
MadChild, I'm a dirty little grungy dwarf
Pullin' fake suicides with a bungy chord
Yeah, I finally put my shit
Together like a carpenter
Now I'll talk your ear off
Like a fucking telemarketer give me a gun
I'll show you how to stop a Nazi
I hope you get the fucking
Picture like a paparazzi
I hit the ground running
'cause I'm a fast swinger
Heavy hitter with these raps
But a bad singer
Yeah I'm tattooed up like I'm a Yakuza
But, I'm a dope sick white boy from Vancouver
Uh count Blacula
Roots out of Africa shorty sinking her head
But her head is spectacular
Running with the smugglers, hustlers
Drug traffickers
What happened to rapping with passion
Packing a Gat in the back
The undertaker on the paper like a watermark
I bury rappers underground and
Watch their chronics fall
Toronto villain, your blood spilling
It's thrilling i love killing
The villain of blood don't know
The feeling of love
You went and with a Shake Weight straight
These women piss me off
I'll make a date rape tape i'm playing
Mind twisted like a figure-eight shape
When my crew's over there it's like
The Planet of the Apes
Read my verses off a Ouija board
The flow's wicked
Smoke along that Yoga Flame
Who won't hit it?
Chun-Li Asian bitches that want to kick it
Used to move kg's
This sound is different because this
Head is no longer connected to a body
Anybody wanna battle me, I'll murk that man
Beat his fuckin' ass like Dirtbag Dan
Put my thoughts together and assert that plan
Anybody in my way take a dirt nap fam
Don't ask me how I'm doin'
I'm a miserable fuck
I'm tired and overworked and
The residuals suck
MadChild, I'm a dirty little grungy dwarf
Pullin' fake suicides with a bungy chord
Yeah, I finally put my shit
Together like a carpenter
Now I'll talk your ear off
Like a fucking telemarketer give me a gun
I'll show you how to stop a Nazi
I hope you get the fucking
Picture like a paparazzi
I hit the ground running
'cause I'm a fast swinger
Heavy hitter with these raps
But a bad singer
Yeah I'm tattooed up like I'm a Yakuza
But, I'm a dope sick white boy from Vancouver
Uh count Blacula
Roots out of Africa shorty sinking her head
But her head is spectacular
Running with the smugglers, hustlers
Drug traffickers
What happened to rapping with passion
Packing a Gat in the back
The undertaker on the paper like a watermark
I bury rappers underground and
Watch their chronics fall
Toronto villain, your blood spilling
It's thrilling i love killing
The villain of blood don't know
The feeling of love
You went and with a Shake Weight straight
These women piss me off
I'll make a date rape tape i'm playing
Mind twisted like a figure-eight shape
When my crew's over there it's like
The Planet of the Apes
Read my verses off a Ouija board
The flow's wicked
Smoke along that Yoga Flame
Who won't hit it?
Chun-Li Asian bitches that want to kick it
Used to move kg's