Hurt Em

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
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
Somebody tried because [flied?] mom and daddy grieving
This is the shit that you get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
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

[Chorus: C-Ray & Twisted Insane]
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
Somebody tried because [flied?] mom and daddy grieving
This is the shit that you get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em

[Verse 2: C-Ray]
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

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
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
Somebody tried because [flied?] mom and daddy grieving
This is the shit that you get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em