Hurt Someone - Twiztid, DJ Quick, The Dogg Pound

I come from the darkness, the hardest place ever to mark this

Body outline chalk-style, look at the carcass (creep with me!)

As I roll you down the dimly lit, ever tinted streets of Compton

A place where niggas throw grenades in the cemetery

I don’t even get it The hatred is pretty scary

And since everybody’s with it

Tends to get a lil' blurry 'til there’s nothing right

Niggas out in this calm again

To the niggas on the porch smokin' bomb again

Now they could be in the suburbs on them brightly painted curbs

Puffin' the herb and lookin' for somebody to swerve on, but no!

It’s back to the hood again where

The enemys prospects look good again

Where the packs keep moving and the products got us caught up

And fuckin' our own lot up in heaven, our own niggas shot up

It ain’t us, wake up, it ain’t us, wake up

From something to nothing and truly amazing

Like whimsical brushlines on Bob Ross paintings

But this is psycho art

Meaning the portrait would consists

Of body parts of unsuspecting victims

A leg and an arm, a face and a mouth-hung

Becomes the canvas for us to recite the convo

Exchange chains like cinnabites and hook flesh

Now you’re covered in blood my don’t you look fresh

Picture it perfect like a photo shoot

Rehearse, research the product and spit it up in the vocal booth

Mellow-dramatic, an act of wickedness!

In the essence that we exude to treat you people like a sickness!

We just came here to hurt somebody!

We just came here to hurt someone!

We just came here to hurt somebody!

We just came here to hurt someone!

You ain’t even worth the download

We come in six different covers, you ain’t even got a barcode?!

I’m in the sold-out club rockin' the bomb show

While you stand outside sellin' your CD for survival

I’m a revival of the wickedness

You want the title come and get it, this is not even your sickest spit

You put it in with a half of what I can hit you with

And I bet in about 16 seconds, you’ll be stealin' it

I’m into this with an interest to invent

A new way to rid us of all your whack existence

For instance, fuck resistance!

All who ain’t down can get dealt with!

It’s business!

I’ll leave you chinless like a birth defect

Kidnap your pops n' put your old earth to rest and I suggest

Another way to impress, all the people in your life that you call friends, yeah!

We came here to bring the drama and fear

Clear it up perfectly, willingly to see the veneer

I’m carrying like a ghost on america’s most

West coast fuck ya up motherfucker, leave you comatose

Fresh out the dungeon, I run this to a

'T' Daz Dillinger, Dilligent, nigga, D.P.G

Old school, new school, Diggy acts a fool

Efficient with the tool, breakin' all the rules

Spray ya block up!, knock up the baddest bitch

Homie catch a hot one if you ain’t payin' attention

This is what U do, You gots ta pay the pumps!

Niggas, now realize I’m the motherfuckin' boss!

It’s the flame that causes inferno

Inflamate anything from your neck to your sternum

Kurupt, D.A., motherfuckin' givin' 'em Z’s

Infiltries of amazing degrees

There’s too much turmoil, your hood turn to toil

I got these special edition chucks

Especially made for Snoop, Daz, n' Kurupt

They call biscuits, D-O-Double G-Y, biscuits

The bitches love 'em, wanna see why?

Keep on yackin' and I’mma kick back by

Kick her daddy and chest and buss 'em in his eye

Dumpin' all your homies that are tryin' to ask why, cause