Hurt Em lyrics

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
And we can hurt 'em
Hit 'em with venom
Murder and hit 'em with real life sh*t that's scary to children
Slicing, sticking a knife inside tou
There ain't no feeling
Tyson n*ggas that coming to bite you, dreaming of killing
And we can hurt 'em
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's making a sound, no noise, no f*cking breathing
Somebody tried because [flied?] mom and daddy grieving
This is the sh*t 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 sl*t 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 n*ggas would be way to drunk, to catch the meaning
And go before they entered the show, that's the sh*t that got me steaming
The hate when n*ggas get all f*cked up and act like He-Man
But really they just a jackass, n*gga
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 n*gga, go sleep in dirt
You know what
n*ggas act like they tough and can't and won't get hurt
I put in on mommas, anybody on this earth can get murked
n*gga this ain't Marvel, n*gga this ain't DC
n*gga you ain't Iron Man
If anybody can exploit your weakness, I bet I can
Then watch you n*ggas all run like b*tches when it's time to put work in
I spent a lifetime in that conflict, homie that's for certain
n*gga
[Chorus: C-Ray & Twisted Insane]
Hurt 'em
Hit 'em with venom
Murder and hit 'em with real life sh*t that's scary to children
Slicing, sticking a knife inside you
There ain't no feeling
Tyson n*ggas that coming to bite you, dreaming of killing
And we can hurt 'em
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's making a sound, no noise, no f*cking breathing
Somebody tried because [flied?] mom and daddy grieving
This is the sh*t 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 n*gga strapped at a young age
Cracked shot with a gun play, real sh*t
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 f*ck with this loose leaf
Bet you hitting that fence
Dismiss my French
While I come through with Insane
Leave the whole game with a p*ss-like stench
Pull your skirt if you b*tch-made
Homie which way?
Is there to run, we worldwide
And in that gym, now we ain't gotta do sh*t to catch yo girls eye
Hi
My name is
Don't give a f*ck 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, n*gga we hurt 'em
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Hit 'em with venom
Murder and hit 'em with real life sh*t that's scary to children
Slicing, sticking a knife inside tou
There ain't no feeling
Tyson n*ggas that coming to bite you, dreaming of killing
And we can hurt 'em
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's making a sound, no noise, no f*cking breathing
Somebody tried because [flied?] mom and daddy grieving
This is the sh*t that you get in the killing season
And we can hurt 'em