Ill Hurt You Remix (ft. Dal)
Remix to Busta's I'll Hurt You... Busta Bust on the hook
Yo yo its ya boy G-Pfeif reppin the 301 and 410, also the 202... I got all my solo tracks here, along with any battles/disses I do on Lyricalassault.co.uk
Story behind the song
heard the beat.. wanted to kill it
Lyrics
(Verse 1- Pfeif)
Pfeif stay spittin wit writtens
& Droppin Scripts that stay hittin
God I keep sh** tin on victims
Face it, you children are kittens
you facin a lions roar, I fly & soar over ya head
while you try and your windin short, yo its over ya dig?
My fire makes you b*** es retire, im lyrically higher
bow down call me your sire, your situation is dire
time to rewire your thoughts and mind,
youve crossed the line, from whack into garbage
youre lost, wont find a way back try ya hardest
you get smacked in the jaw b*** , for thinkin you call sh**
I call shots, yall flop, its wonder why you dont all quit
You aint got the balls b*** , to run wit the boss kid
You midgets get lost quick, even amidst the smallest
ya styles exhausted, Give it a rest please, you dont stress me
Im killin kids, now social services wanna arrest me
None of yall in-ter-rest me, mostly sweet like you nestle
While Im great like im gretzky, plus I ball like a teste
(Hook)
(Verse 2- Pfeif)
F*** in wit pfeif is suicide,
U need ta check ya foolish pride
There are ohh soo few as nice,
ill jack ya beats & use em right
make you lose ya sight, with the flames that I spit
ya lames aint the sh** , you an me aint the same wit the scripts
just cum stains that never made it
never grabbed a mic, never blazed it
never copped a beat, never graced it
youll never succeed, just face it
you stuck in the basement, & no not the rap show
you a b*** wit a whack flow,
take ya mic back asshole
aint a sword big enough to swing at me
you whores should just give into me
I end rap careers like vocal chord injuries
So watch yaself when around me,
if you wanna stay safe and soundly
betta not break ya boundaries
theres no way for to escape a clowning
Its known: im the illest lyricist
an experienced empiricist
a satirist, whose every single concept clearly hits
u should fear me b*** ,no need to flirt with death
betta grab some percacet,
cuz comin at mell hurt cha rep
(Hook)
(Verse 3- Dal)
As pfeif was saying, we the best at spitting lyrics
You rappers dont wanna hear it but we just dont give a f***
See you dudes be on the queer sh** so we break ya spirit
With sh** that make you fear this until you just to give it up
Claim you some riders and tough but we dont believe you
Because you like best buy how you stay in a squad full of geek dudes
Who never wanted beef til we lied and said you were equals
Well now were ready to beat you b*** es until youve had enough
So until you admit your wack well be dissing ya track
Kicking facts like how everything youve ever written was wack
And dont try spitting sh** back, cause you dudes sucking ass
Ill prove your musics trash that makes me f*** ing laugh
Leave you bruised with such a gash, Cause the raps you write
Are losing so f*** ing bad its like Ive already lapped you twice
You act through life, Ill put you back in ya place like ya curfew
And if you dont stop acting big you goin make me f*** ing hurt you
