Lirik Lagu Somebody's Dissin U - Insane Clown Posse
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They call me HektikCause the way the pain is interjectedYou talk shit you gonna regret itFuck it, you said itWatch your mouth foolI'm on the moveTime to playFor words you sayOne level of pain on displayBitch back offToo late your bitch is spread out, you jack offKeepin you wishing that you was dead offThe planetCan't understand it? Let me explainAll that shit you talked drove me insaneBut my brain swells, my ears bleedAnd all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember thatHead's get cracked with baseball batsI love the sound it makes when it pingsI even love it when my ears ringStomp on suckers in a secondLeave you with no sign of recollectionRearrange your whole memory sectionDisease, infection, over night I die slowlyCovered in corn stalks, protected by the oak treesFreeze muthafuckasGet your hands in the air muthafuckasThis ain't a gameI don't talk shit I slit necks just becauseCatchin' the buzzAnd keeping a look out for the fuzzIf I get hit by the cops I'm goin' out like Val KilmerHeat the whole squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmerPain is a beautiful thang it makes my spine shiverMurder for hire, better believe I deliver
(Chorus x2)If you think somebody's dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatin (Oh yeah)
Moving with the speed of the robot sonic exhaustChronic fumes, fuel, gin, and tonicHalf of the world is corrupt and aliveOther half is depressed and they want to dieI.S.I.Why ask why?Realize there's a killer in your faceLook him in his eyesBefore your body diesI'ma grab your soul straight up out your chestPut it in my black glass jarWith all the restOf the competitionPack rhymes with precisionEliminating adversariesAnd all of our divisions are cuttin like an incisionWhile other suckers is missinWith enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuitionTake a listen I drop knowledge like a teacherAn ill preacher preaching a sermonI been learning how to sing along with the dead man's songHe's got an X in his head so I know what side he's onAnd brain dead people always say right onThey got 10 on the weed cause we all high armsWe let bygones be bygones and then dismissYour wack ass bitches in the abyssFuck the dissCause you let your colors show too many timesIt goes way deeper than rhymesFuck a beat cause I rock accapellaCrazy ass fellaUsed to fuck CinderellaIn the back of the pumpkin coachSmoking roach after roachFuck her all nightAnd in the mornin make me French toastCoast to coastDrop knowledge like a teacherI.S.I. in this bitch we play the preachers
(Chorus x2)If you think somebody's dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatin
(Chorus x2)If you think somebody's dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatin (Oh yeah)
Moving with the speed of the robot sonic exhaustChronic fumes, fuel, gin, and tonicHalf of the world is corrupt and aliveOther half is depressed and they want to dieI.S.I.Why ask why?Realize there's a killer in your faceLook him in his eyesBefore your body diesI'ma grab your soul straight up out your chestPut it in my black glass jarWith all the restOf the competitionPack rhymes with precisionEliminating adversariesAnd all of our divisions are cuttin like an incisionWhile other suckers is missinWith enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuitionTake a listen I drop knowledge like a teacherAn ill preacher preaching a sermonI been learning how to sing along with the dead man's songHe's got an X in his head so I know what side he's onAnd brain dead people always say right onThey got 10 on the weed cause we all high armsWe let bygones be bygones and then dismissYour wack ass bitches in the abyssFuck the dissCause you let your colors show too many timesIt goes way deeper than rhymesFuck a beat cause I rock accapellaCrazy ass fellaUsed to fuck CinderellaIn the back of the pumpkin coachSmoking roach after roachFuck her all nightAnd in the mornin make me French toastCoast to coastDrop knowledge like a teacherI.S.I. in this bitch we play the preachers
(Chorus x2)If you think somebody's dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatin
