HURTWORLD ’99 City Morgue

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[Intro]
WNDWS
Yung Germ

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermanns and two for the pits (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)

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
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)
What's your weight? you're too easy to throw (Huh?)
Put you in a clinch and catch a knee to your nose (Okay)

[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
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)