The Hurter

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The Hurter

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[Intro] Time to get bloody [Verse 1] I'm the Hurter, blood squirter Represent the pain before your murder I'd like to sock you, I'd like to stab you Even clock you with a wrench and what have you Livin' hurts me if I don't hurt you I'm a bad-ass fuckin' expert, dude Why murk you with a gun or something? Where your virtues? That ain't fun or nothin' (Nobody love me) Rather take time, drill a fuckin' straight line "Take anything you want," that's a great line You in no position for making propositions Or negotiating, you oughta stop and listen When I stomp, your lungs pop, air leakin' hissin' Soon as I stop, you won't have a pot to piss in You're dead now, stop twitchin', chop you in my kitchen Cut a steak off your ass, whip it up somethin' bitchin' [Pre-Chorus] Time to send in the clowns [Chorus] I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you What did I come to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you Tell me, what's fun to do? Hurt 'em [Verse 2] They call me the great Hurter! I'm lyin' They don't call me anything, 'cause they dyin' They call me "Please! No! I'm beggin' you!" I just pull your pants down, stuff your leg in you I rip your arms off, shove 'em down your throat When you talk how I'ma hurtin', I'm the goat Am I manic? Nope, just a man of woe Hurtin' hateful hoes I'm the antidote (Watch me) I love hurtin', puttin' work in Send your dick to your mama in a Halliburton I'm only flirtin', peekin' through her curtain Chomp a bite out her throat, now I'm burpin' Seen her with the minister, "Another Guinness, sir?" At the telly, she hit him with a finisher I'm a witnesser to the sinister Pain, anguish, and hurt, I administer [Pre-Chorus] Time to send in the clowns [Chorus] I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you What did I come to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you Tell me, what's fun to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you What did I come to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you Tell me, what's fun to do? Hurt 'em [Verse 3] What hurts me is not hurtin' hoes full of hatred Hatin'-ass heathens fuckin' ain't shit God made haters on the seventh, but on day six He made the hurter hate hunter of the Matrix I shoot pain through your veins 'til you can't maintain your brain Your skull explodes and unloads the red rain Your body tries to crawl but dissolves all the same It falls down a drain right back from where you came Lame anguish the only language I ever knew 'Cause hurtin' you's the only thing I'm certain to do And in your blood squirtin', I'll be twerkin', fool Then it's curtains, the Reaper's here, lurkin' for you The only pain pills I got are the rocks in my slingshot When they ping, they don't sting and leave a knot Hell fuckin' no, ho, they blow a hole in your block And when your ass blows, you know you got got Hurt by the Hurter [Chorus] I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you What did I come to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you Tell me, what's fun to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you What did I come to do? Hurt 'em I wanna hurt you, really wanna hurt you Tell me, what's fun to do? Hurt 'em [Outro] And no pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh The Hurter, ooh No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh The Hurter, ooh No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh The Hurter, ooh No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh He's the Hurter, Hurter, here to murder No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh He's the Hurter, Hurter, here to murder No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh He's the Hurter, Hurter, here to murder No pain for you is no gain for me So ain't no use in you trying to flee I'm the Hurter, ooh He's the Hurter, Hurter, here to murder

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  • Violent J