| WNDWS
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| Yung Germ
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| Talk shit, get hit
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| One for the Dobermans and two for the pits (Hurt, hurt)
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| Talk shit, get hit
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| One just to bury ya, and two if we miss (Hurt, hurt)
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| You get H-U-R-T, H-U-R-T (Hurt)
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| We don’t talk because I do not like you (Okay)
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| Quite frankly, I think I do wanna fight you (Wassup?)
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| In your stomach, I wonder what a knife do? |
| (Okay)
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| Get insane, fuck around and I might just bite you (Aha ha)
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| What’s your name, buddy? |
| Nobody knows (Okay)
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| If I see you here again, you better stay on your toes (Hurt)
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| Watch your weight, you’re too easy to throw (Huh?)
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| Put you in a clinch and catch a knee to your nose (Okay)
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| And you get hit (Hit), I leave you faceless
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| I pull the clutch in, and then I stick-shift
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| I’m throwin' question mark kicks, elbows and Ashis
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| Put him in a guillotine like, «Oh no, he got me» (Hurt)
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| Talk shit, get hit
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| One for the Dobermans and two for the pits (Hurt, hurt)
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| Talk shit, get hit
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| One just to bury ya, and two if we miss (Hurt, hurt)
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| You get H-U-R-T, H-U-R-T (Hurt)
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| H-U-R-T, shoot out my RV (Boom boom)
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| Press a button on the 'Rari, I don’t do car keys (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| I just sell them hard kis (Work), fuckin' on Barbies (Slide)
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| I don’t drink Bacardi (No no), I shoot up ya party (Boom boom)
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| Need the mop sticks (Boom), got them Glock sticks (Boom)
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| Got two sticks on me, it ain’t chopsticks (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
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| Got the Rottweilers (Sleezy), got the barbwire (Fuck outta here)
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| Got the carbon fiber (Boom), take my gun and sodomize ya (Boom boom)
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| Talk shit, get hit
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| One for the Dobermans and two for the pits (Hurt, hurt)
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| Talk shit, get hit
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| One just to bury ya, and two if we miss (Hurt, hurt)
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| You get H-U-R-T, H-U-R-T (Hurt) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HURTWORLD '99 , by - City Morgue. Song from the album TOXIC BOOGALOO, in the genre Иностранный рок