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' |