Rhymefest (1st Verse):
(c'mon. yeah. see, that's the Russian Roulette right there, man. you hear it clickin', boy? look, look...)
What you want? Pleasure? Pain? Paparaz fame? Cops get shot When I drop the hot flame
Lots of violence; these guys are not sane, not Talib Kweli but catch a hot thang
Bang, bang; Shadowkat, fuck what they sayin', I'm a grown-ass man, mayne
I don't have to explain nothin', nigga, you a George Michael fan; I'm your father figure
I die for this; I'm a martyr, nigga, I'm a modern day Malcolm mixed with Martin, nigga
You in yo mama house stealin' liquor, pop ya shit up; talkin' bout you better than me, you bitter
The game is a bitch; I'm on another level with her, you from a small town, you think miniscule
You on the South dick, them dudes laugh at you, they take ya dollars too, you think I'm on the fence?
I'm overseas with fine hoez gettin pounds & pence, I hang with Kanye & Common Sense
Little Brother, muhfuckaz with some kind of sense, Nightsons, real G's gon honor this
Bow, pay homage, bitch, to the prominence, you know why?
It's The Hurt Game, El Che; I ain't playin' no more word games
(c'mon. this is Russian Roulette. yeah, this is Russian Roulette. c'mon...)

Shadowkat Nightson (2nd Verse):
once upon a time there was a bitch named 'you'; a weak-ass nigga wit no rep or crew
and weak niggaz never make a move to get rich; my attitude is simple and it's simply this
don't fuck with weak niggaz cuz they simply bitch; niggaz see me in they hood and they simply switch
like I’mma bomb everyday, maneuver through the streetz, and I rep Plugg City like a beast
(let it breath)
i'm a force to be feared from the middle of the map; stick a Nightson dagger in yo back
(who am i?)
i’m the bully on the ave and I’m beatin on the drums at molecular level so here I come
now lay low, i might put you on the payroll; whatchu like? euros, dollars or pesos
get the money and never talkin to plain clothes; i didn’t chose the game, i’m who the game chose
so feel the worst pain; it’s The Hurt Game
Shadowkat; i ain’t playin’ no more word games
(ay yo Fest, mayne; tell ‘em what this is, mayne)

Rhymefest (3rd Verse):
This a brotherhood; you know, a bondage, you in jail every night, You need bond, bitch
You wanna know what I'm on? Man, I'm on this
I'm in the club with nice clothes; you look homeless, I'm living my dreams; you look like you want this
Nice cars, nice house, redbone bitch; I got minutes to waste; nigga, you phoneless
Now wait; who are you to disapprove or condone shit? You on the wrong shit; come to the right side
Stop playin' Russian Roulette and get yo life right
Or feel the worst pain; it's The Hurt Game
El Che; I ain't playin no more word games
(Shadowkat, tell 'em stop playin' Russian Roulette...)

Shadowkat Nightson (4th Verse):
it’s a brotherhood, it’s what we stand on; the type of hustle that we used to put my man on
you wanna war with me? you better stand strong; you ain't built for this, homie, you dead wrong
and if you land wrong, you didn’t fly right; stop playin russian roulette and get yo life right
or better yet, dig a ditch; quit actin’ like a better breed of bitch [and die now]
you think you high now? you ain’t seen shit; i’m on a square preachin pain from a pulpit
so feel the worst pain; it’s The Hurt Game
Shadowkat; i ain’t playin no more word games