City Morgue – HURTWORLD ’99 (Audio, Lyrics)

City Morgue unveils the official version to the “HURTWORLD ’99” song. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Yung Germ & WNDWS.

City Morgue Hurtworld ’99

City Morgue is applying pressure on the system. The group, consisting of Sos Mula, Thraxx and ZillaKami, have continued to push the boundaries of hip-hop with the energy of punk rock and the aggression of metal. Though they’re often considered hip-hop, it’s evident that their influences go far beyond the realms of rap.

Filled with the passion of anarchy, the group returned with a headbanger this week titled, “HURTWORLD ’99.” Distorted guitars mesh with trap drums and scream-raps as they detail chaos, and violence. The song is a taste of what to expect on TOXIC BOOGALOO. The highly anticipated single was initially teased in May before finally being delivered to the fans in its entirety.

City Morgue – HURTWORLD ’99 (prod. Yung Germ & WNDWS)

Lyrics

[Intro]
WNDWS
Yung Germ

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermans 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 (Ahaha)
What’s your name, buddy? Nobody knows (Okay)
If I see you here again, you better stay on your toes (Hurt)
Watch 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]
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 in Ashis
Put him in a guillotine like, “Oh no, he got me” (Hurt)

[Chorus: ZillaKami & SosMula]
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermans 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 (Sleezy)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
H-U-R-T, shoot out my RV (Boom boom)
Press a button on the ‘Rari, I don’t do car keys (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just sell them hard ki’s (Work), fuckin’ on Barbies (Slide)
I don’t drink Bacardi (No-no), I shoot up ya party (Boom boom)
Need the mop sticks (Boom), got them Glock sticks (Boom)
Got two sticks on me, it ain’t chopsticks (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Got the Rottweilers (Sleezy), got the barbwire (Fuck outta here)
Got the carbon fiber (Boom), take my gun and sodomize ya (Boom boom)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Talk shit, get hit
One for the Dobermans 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 (Hurt)