Hurt You More ft. Mic Recka Lyrics

Most of y'all are overrated

So I gotta smoke so I stay motivated

Man, I get up on the track and I cultivate it

But it don't matter what I tell 'em 'cause I know they hate it

But I know they really wanna ride in my space ship

Anytime they're feelin' down, get a facelift

I ain't comin' back to Earth for the fakeness

I'd rather just roll through the universe wasted

It's like I'm movin' at light speed

It's not very likely you'll find anybody even slightly like me

I be pimpin' in my wife b lookin' for my white t

That I left next to my Nikes

Yeah, I stay on that hood shhh

Smoke trees, codeine with the good shhh

Everybody always talkin' like they want out the ghetto

But then they all still wanna be hood rich

I don't wanna hurt you more

I really thought that you learned before

You don't want beef, you're a herbivore

You keep comin' back like a herpes sore

Got nines and forty fives like a jersey store

They said I'm rotten to my dirty core

I don't care about the watch or the shirt you wore

What the fuck are these rappers rockin' purses for?

Me and the rap game on our third divorce

I can't save it from its current course

You can't say I don't deserve awards

When every word I source is a tour de force

Came from where the dirt is poor

I'm waitin' for my turn in Forbes

Revenge is best served like Borscht

Burn the corpse and make sure the Earth is scorched

You only get one chance and it's curtains

I'm happy to hurt him, blastin and squirtin'

Your hand is submerged in acid, it's burnin'

I'm 'bout to throw a match and some gas in the furnace

And that ain't even scratchin' the surface

I'm back, I emerged with a passionate thirst, kid

Stand and observe this man with a purpose

Use your hands for extracting the dirt with

I know you dyin' for publicity, Jack

Tryin to disguise fiction as fact

But your miserable raps will never hold weight

Keep diggin' your own grave, I stick to the old ways

You been eatin' my crumbs, I'll give you the whole cake

You can sleep when I'm done and I tell you so

I wouldn't sell my soul if hell was froze

You dug yourself a hole, there's twelve to go

I, I got the FN Herstal

I, I, I'll put you in a hearse though

Oh, no, they'll put you in the dirt slow

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you

Oh, but I'm about to hurt you

'Cause you were askin' for it

Throw your corpse and the bag it's stored in

In the trash, so the waste man can sort it

I can't support his wack recordings

Your mom should've had an abortion

I don't rap for the fans or the fortune

Take a while to react and absorb it

Fake a smile for your family portrait

No happiness for them, disaster and torment

You have to understand what exactly's important

I lack the compassion you're naturally born with

Take a look at a man as he forfeits

His sanity for his passion, ensured it's

Rather enormous, humanity forced his

Hand and he forged this anthem and scored it

For the battered and scorned and abandoned and tortured

So go ahead and call police

I honestly have a conscious need

To slaughter each person on your squad or team

I thought to deem responsible for the songs you sing

I'm a god or king

On a beat I'm possessed, no apostrophe

My artistry will cause your heart to bleed

Now who's in charge to see to get this carpet cleaned?

American Idol, I'm buryin' rivals

Discardin' beef like when I floss my teeth

I'm a monster, beast; Charles Bronson meets

Charles Manson and Charlie Sheen

Muhammed Ali with a farther reach

I father beats and make songs to teach

These obnoxious teens how to cause a scene

Break jaws and knees just to watch 'em scream

Spit the truth, never go commercial

When did facts become controversial?

Rappers want a mortgage payment for a verse though

What ever happened to bein' down to earth, yo?

I, I got the FN Herstal

I, I, I'll put you in a hearse though

Oh, no, they'll put you in the dirt slow

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you

Oh, but I'm about to hurt you

I'm essentially a savage

Don't lecture me, I'm mentally unbalanced

I have an propensity for damage

And cleverly established intensity and passion

Don't pester me, the penalty is tragic

The way I attack and wreck a beat is havoc

Eventually I bet they see the method to my madness

Only a few I respect enough to rap with

The rest just seem distracted by the immensity of talent

My legacy is planted, you'll never see me lackin'

If you go against me or ever seek a challenge

Revenge will be NC-17 graphic

It really ain't a threat when you back it

You're yet to see the best of me, I'll never be matched and

I'll be lettin' 'em have it till I'm dead in the casket

Why the hell is he laughin'? It's meant to be dramatic

I'm from the Midwest and we

Were raised off of Bone and that S.U.C.

So we can go slow or impress with speed

Watch your tone when you step to me

On the blocks I roam, there's no empathy

I see the throne, there's an empty seat

But now the king is home, make sure the sceptre's clean

All we ever seen was methamphetamine

My role models had several felonies

Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D

Project Pat with the Ghetty Green

It's No Limit like I'm next to P

We C-Murder on NBC

Desensitized with every scene

This the second time that I've said this, please

Don't make me hurt you, just let me be!

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

No, no, I don't wanna hurt you

Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you

Oh, but I'm about to hurt you