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Insane Clown Posse Psychopathics From Outer Space Somebody Dissin U 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 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 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 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 |
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