Hurt That Man - Madchild, Rich Kidd, JD Era

This is the sound of a head hitting the floor

This sound is different because this head is no longer connected

To a body

Anybody wanna battle me, I’ll murk that man

Beat his fuckin' ass like Dirtbag Dan

Put my thoughts together and assert that plan

Anybody in my way take a dirt-nap fam

Don’t ask me how I’m doin', I’m a miserable fuck

I’m tired and overworked and the residuals suck

MadChild, I’m a dirty little grungy dwarf

Pullin' fake suicides with a bungy chord

Yeah, I finally put my shit together like a carpenter

Now I’ll talk your ear off like a fucking telemarketer

Give me a gun, I’ll show you how to stop a Nazi

I hope you get the fucking picture like a paparazzi

I hit the ground running, 'cause I’m a fast swinger

Heavy hitter with these raps, but a bad singer

Yeah I’m tattooed up like I’m a Yakuza

But I’m a dope sick white boy from Vancouver

Uh

Count Blacula

Roots out of Africa

Shorty sinking her head, but her head is spectacular

Running with the smugglers, hustlers, drug traffickers

What happened to rapping with passion

Packing a Gat in the back

The undertaker on the paper like a watermark

I bury rappers underground and watch their chronics fall

Toronto villain, your blood spilling, it’s thrilling

I love killing, the villain of blood.

Don’t know the feeling of love