Somebody's Dissin U Lyrics - Psychopathics From Outer Space - Insane Clown Posse

They call me Hektik 

Cause the way the pain is interjected 

You talk shit you gonna 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 your bitch is spread out, you jack off 

Keepin you wishing 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 oak trees 

Freeze muthafuckas 

Get your hands in the air muthafuckas 

This ain't a game 

I don't talk shit I slit necks just because 

Catchin' the buzz 

And keeping 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 

(Chorus x2) 

If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are 

So far all I been hearin is player hatin (Oh yeah) 

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 cuttin like an incision 

While other suckers is missin 

With enough cheese for 3 niggas 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 ass bitches in the abyss 

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 

Smoking 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 

(Chorus x2) 

If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are 

So far all I been hearin is player hatin