Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somebody's Dissin' U, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Somebody's 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 in all local divisions |
| I’m 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-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 |
| 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 |