i can hear it yeah i can hear it they call me hektic 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 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 motherfuckers get your hands in the air motherfuckers this ain t a game i don t talk shit i slit necks just because catchin a buzz and keepin a lookout 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 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 in all local divisions i m 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 preachin 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 ons we let bygones be bygones and then dismiss your 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 a cappella 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 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 