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Insane Clown Posse( ICP )
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Somebody's Dissin U
(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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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