[Intro: Monoxide]
I can hear it
Yeah, I can hear it

[Verse 1: Monoxide]
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
[Chorus]
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'

[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox]
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 n***as 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
[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'