Monoxide Child]
They call me hektik
Cause the way the players ?interject? it
You talk shit you gonna regret it
Fuck it you said it
Watch your mouth fool!
Im on the move
Time to play
For words you say
One level of pain
Or display bitch back off
Two later ???
You jack off
Leavin you wishin that you was dead off
The planet people that'll stand lemme explain
All this shit you talked drove me, insane
But my brains swells, my ears bleed and all of that

Is underrated remember that
Ears get cracked
With baseball bats
I love the sound it makes, when it pings
I even love it when my ears bleed
Stompin suckas in a second
Leave you with no sign of recollection
Rearrange your ???? ?recession?
Diease affection hopin I die slowly
Covered in cornstalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze!
Motha fuckas, get yo hands in the air, motha fuckas!
This aint a game, I dont talk shit!
I slit necks just because
Catchin the buzz
Keepin a lookout for the ?fuzz?
If I get hit by the cops, im 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 2x]

If you think somebody's dissin you
They probally are
So far, all I been hearin is player hatin

[Jamie Maddrox]

As we movin with the speed of the robot sonic exhust
Chronic fumes fuel
Gin and tonic
Half of the world is corrupt and alive
Other half is depressed and they want to die
ISI
Why ask why?
Relize, theirs a killer in your face, look him in his eyes
Before your body dies
Im gonna grab your soul straight up out yo chest
Put it in my blackglass jar, with all the rest
Of the compitetion
Pack rhymes with precision
Eliminatin advisaries in all local divisions
Im cuttin like incision while other suckas is missin
With the love ? three niggas and college with tuition
Take a listen, I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher, preachin his ?serment?
All they learnin howto sing along
With this dead man's song
He's got an ax in his head so I know what side he's on
And braindead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all highons
We let bigons be bigons
And then dismiss
Yo wack ass bitches none of you biz
Fuck a diss
Cause you let your colors know, too many times
It goes way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat, cause I rock acapella
Crazy ass fella
Use to fuck Cinderella
In the back of the Pumpkin Coach
Smokin roach after roach
Fuck her all night and have her make french toast
Coast to coast
Drop knowledge like a teacher
ISI in this bitch we playin the preachers

[Chorus 2x