SOMEBODY DISSIN U Lyrics

They call me Hektik 

'Cause the way the pain is interjected 

You talk shit you gon' 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 or just spread out, you jack off 

Wishin' 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 

Head's 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 old trees 

Freeze mothafuckas 

Get your hands in the air mothafuckas 

This ain't a game, I don't talk shit I slit necks just 

because 

Catchin' the buzz 

And keepin' a look out 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' 

Movin' 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 

I.S.I. 

Why ask why 

Realize there's a killer in your face 

Look him in his eyes 

'Fore your body dies Imma 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 persision 

Illiminatin' adversaries 

And all of our divisions are cuttin' like an incision 

While other suckas is missin' 

With enough cheese for 3 niggas with college tuition 

Take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher 

An ill preacher preachin' a sermon 

I been learnin' how to sing along with the dead man's 

song 

He's got an x in his head so I know what side he's on 

And brain dead people always say right on 

And got 10 on the weed 'cause we all high arms 

We let bigons be bigons and then dismiss 

Your wack ass bitches in the abiss 

Fuck the diss 'cause you let your colors show too many 

times 

It goes way deeper than rhymes 

Fuck a beat 'cause I rock accapella 

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 

I.S.I. 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' 

If you think somebody's dissin' you they probably are 

So far all I been hearin' is player hatin'