Somebody's Dissin' - Twiztid

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 your bitch is spread out, you jack off

Leavin' 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, hopin' that 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’ll slit necks just because

Catchin' a 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

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'

(Big Blaze)

Big Blaze from the I.S.I.

Superstars Underrated

From the B.K.I.

Big Kids Incorporated

Who faded?

You think I’m touched by that shittalk ways

Knew you back in the day

Homie, you ain’t changed

You still a bitch… how many times

can you switch your format?

Wonder why you under everybody like a doormat

Talk that shit, cuz (yup!)

Rap that shit, cuz (yup!)

Produce that shit, cuz (yup!)

But you ain’t shit, cuz (Yup!)

And even if you sucked my nuts, you can’t play

I still wouldn’t give yo' ass the time of day

You just a punk, you need to raise up off me partna

Your shit is sloppy, we be Benz and you jalopy

Duck the fuck out 'fo I kick ya ass

Next time you see a nigga, just ride on past

Heavyweight like all of the company I keep

We be deep and real niggaz don’t sleep

That shit about my man’s just not true, ho

Just take that drum machine and

shove it all up in ya asshole

Quick to go down nigga, Puffy-gold imposter

Back that ass from a rock 'cause you’s a busta

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'

(Mr. Bones)

As we 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

'Fore 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 three niggas

in college with tuition

Take a listen

I drop knowledge like a teacher

An ill preacher

Preaching a sermon

Are they learnin'

How to sing along

With the dead man’s song

He’s got an X in his head so I know which side he’s on

And brain dead people always say, «right on!»

They got ten on the weed cause we all high arms

We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss

Y’all wack ass bitches in the abyss

Fuck a 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

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'