Somebody's Dissin' U
I can hear it yeah, I can hear it
They call me Hektic
'cause the way the pain is interjected
You talk shit you gonna regret it, fuck it
You said it
Watch your mouth, fool, I'm on the move
Time to play for words you say
One level of pain on display
Bitch back off, too late, your
Bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin' you wishing that you was dead off
The planet
Can't understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my ears bleed
And all the bad level
Of attack is underrated, remember that
Heads get cracked with baseball bats
I love the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ears ring
Stomp on suckers in a second
Leave you with no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole memory section
Disease, infection, over night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks
Protected by the oak trees
Freeze, motherfuckers
Get your hands in the air, motherfuckers
This ain't a game I don't talk shit
I slit necks just because
Catchin' a buzz and keepin' a
Lookout for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops
I'm goin' out like Val Kilmer
Heat the whole squad
Droppin' the bomb then watch' em simmer
Pain is a beautiful thang
It makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better believe I deliver
If you think somebody's dissin' you
They probably are
So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'
(Oh yeah)
If you think somebody's dissin' you
They probably are
So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'
As we moving with the speed
Of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the world is corrupt and alive
Other half is depressed and they want to die
ISI why ask why?
Realize there's a killer in your face
Look him in his eyes 'fore your body dies
I'ma grab your soul straight
Up out your chest put it in my black glass
Jar with all the rest of the competition
Pack rhymes with precision
Eliminating adversaries in all
Local divisions
I'm cuttin' like an incision while
Other suckers is missin'
With enough cheese for three niggas
In college with tuition take a listen
I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preachin' a sermon
Are they learnin'
How to sing along with the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so
I know which side he's on
And brain dead people always say right on
They got ten on the weed
Cause we all high-ons
We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss
Your wack-ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck a diss 'Cause you let your colors
Show too many times
It goes way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat 'cause I rock a cappella
Crazy ass fella used to fuck Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin coach
Smokin' roach after roach
Fuck her all night
And in the mornin make me French toast
Coast to coast, drop knowledge like a teacher
ISI in this bitch, we play the preachers
If you think somebody's dissin' you
They probably are
So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'
(Oh yeah)
If you think somebody's dissin' you
They probably are
So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'
If you think somebody's dissin' you
They probably are
So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'
If you think somebody's dissin' you
They probably are
So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'