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



[Chorus x2]

If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are

So far all I been hearin is player hatin (Oh yeah)



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



[Chorus x2]

If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are

So far all I been hearin is player hatin