Insane Clown Posse - Somebody Dissin U Lyrics
They call me hektikCause the way the pain is interjectedYou talk shit you gonna regret it***** it, you said itWatch your mouth foolIm on the moveTime to playFor words you sayOne level of pain on display***** back offToo late your ***** is spread out, you jack offKeepin you wishing that you was dead offThe planetCant 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 thatHeads 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 mutha*****asGet your hands in the air mutha*****asThis aint a gameI dont talk shit I slit necks just becauseCatchin the buzzAnd keeping a look out for the fuzzIf I get hit by the cops Im 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 deliverIf you think somebodys dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatin(oh yeah)If you think somebodys dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatinMoving 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 theres a killer in your faceLook him in his eyesBefore your body diesIma 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 mans songHes got an x in his head so I know what side hes 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 *****es in the abyss***** the dissCause you let your colors show too many timesIt goes way deeper than rhymes***** a beat cause I rock accapellaCrazy ass fellaUsed to ***** cinderellaIn the back of the pumpkin coachSmoking roach after roach***** her all nightAnd in the mornin make me french toastCoast to coastDrop knowledge like a teacherI.s.i. in this ***** we play the preachersIf you think somebodys dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatinIf you think somebodys dissin you they probably areSo far all I been hearin is player hatin
