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