Twiztid Somebody Dissin U Lyrics

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They call me hectik
Cause the way the pain is interjected
You talk s___ you gonna regret it
f___ 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
b____ back off
Too late your b____ is spread out, you jack off
Keeping you wishing that you was dead off
The planet
Can't understand it?
Let me explain
All that s___ 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 m____fuckas
Get your hands in the air m____fuckas
This ain't a game
I don't talk s___ I slit necks just because
Catching the buzz
And keeping a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops I'm going out like Val Kilmer
Heat the whole squad, dropping the bomb then watch them simmer
Pain is a beautiful thang, it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better believe I deliver
If you think somebody's dissing you they probably are
So far all I been hearing is player hating(Oh yeah)
If you think somebody's dissing you they probably are
So far all I been hearing is player hating
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
I.S.I.
Why ask why?
Realize there's a killer in your face
Look him in his eyes
Before 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
And all of our divisions are cutting like an incision
While other suckers is missing
With enough cheese for 3 n____s in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preaching a sermon
I been learning 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
They got 10 on the weed cause we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss
Your wack a__ b____es in the abyss
f___ the diss
Cause you let your colors show too many times
It goes way deeper than rhymes
f___ a beat cause I rock accapella
Crazy a__ fella
Used to f___ Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin coach
Smoking roach after roach
f___ her all night
And in the morning make me French toast
Coast to coast
Drop knowledge like a teacher
I.S.I. in this b____ we play the preachers
If you think somebody's dissing you they probably are
So far all I been hearing is player hating
If you think somebody's dissing you they probably are
So far all I been hearing is player hating

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