Twiztid
Текст песни Somebody's Dissin' U (Cryptic Collection Version)

(Monoxide Child)
They call me Hektic
'Cuz 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 pay for words you say
One level of pain on display bitch back off
Too late I ripped your spine out you jack off
Leavin' you 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
Heads get cracked with baseball bats
I love the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ears ring
Stompin' suckas 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, motherfucker
Get your hands in the air, motherfucker
This ain't a game
I don't talk shit, I slit necks just because
Catchin' a 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 and watch 'em simmer
Pain is a beautiful thing it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire better believe I deliver

(Chorus)
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'

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
It's Big Blaze from the ISI
Superstars underrated from the BKI
Big Kidz Incorporated who faded
You think I'm touched by your shit talk 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're under everybody like a doormat
Talk that shit yo
Rap that shit yo
Produce that shit yo
But you ain't shit yo
And even if you sucked my nuts and gave play
I still wouldn't give your wife the time of day
You just a punk
You need to raise up off me proper
Your shit is sloppy
We need beers and weed to rock
Butt the fuck out before I kick your ass
Next time you see a nigga just file on past
'Cuz you ain't like all the company I keep
We be deep and real niggas don't sleep
You said "I want my masters"
Not true hoe
Just take the dopey shit and stuff it all up in your asshole
Fifty gold out nigga
Puffy goin' pasta(?)
Back that ass from a rock(?), 'cuz you's a busta

(Chorus)
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'

(Jamie Madrox)
As we 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
ISI
Why ask why? Realize there's a killa 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
Eliminatin' adversaries in all the world divisions
I'm cuttin' like an incision while other suckas is missin'
With enough cheese for three niggas in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preachin' a sermon
And they learnin' how to sing along
With the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so they know which side he's on
And brain-dead people always say "Right on"
They got ten on the weed cuz we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss
Your whack ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck a diss
Cuz you let your colors show too many times
It goes way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat cuz I rock acapella, 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
ISI in this bitch we play the preachers

(Chorus)
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'