Pumpkinhead. Other. Wack Emcees. Zeneszám

Peace, this is MC Ro-Lex
and when I'm not rapping about my motherfucking Rolly or my motherfucking Benz
I'm getting my ass lyrically stomped out by that motherfucker PumpkinHead.
I'm representing for W-A-C-K radio baby...hah, pop that Cristal.

[Verse 1]
I've been to the point of no return and back
And who you be another MC that's sounds wack
I attack airwaves radio frequency to slaves
I've paid, more dues than the PTA
Get out my way 'cause I'm on this track full steam ahead
Hip-hop icon soon to be number one PumpkinHead
Branded in your head like the mark of the beast
Me and my crew formed this abstract masterpiece
Raps and beats from the dynamic duo, who knows
This ancient Puerto-Rican secret fat like a sumo.
Just to let you know, we never troop alone
Making got my back like the battery piece on a cell-phone
Hell is home, and we in it son we finish 'em
Baam screaming on wack MC's like Sam Kinison

[Chorus]
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what say what.... these wack emcees
I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees
Say what say what.... these wack emcees

I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees
Playa mack emcees, they all lack degrees
They try to laugh at me, corny ass emcees
They lack degress, a-yo they're wack.

[Verse 2]
Intro, P(umpkin)H(ead) puff endo behind tinted windows
MC's must think slow like niggas that sniff blow and drink Mo(et)
You couldn't copy my words if you worked the night shift at Kinko's
My style's unorthodox, like hemaphrodites (eeew)
If you're nice I'll pass the mic with the quickness
But if you're wack you'll be infected with the sickness
While my click is, scheming constantly like Wall Street business
'98 is our year for the taking (gimme that), conquering while you're faking jax
We be breaking backs nevertheless we making tracks
Thats clever black, all day (all day)
We will be here forever like Cats on Broadway
And your crews gone, folded they ass like a futon
My shit is hot and your's is lukewarm
This storm, is of catastrophic proportions
Dropping MC's like abortions
So caution, when I'm tossing from Austin to Boston

[Chorus]

I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees
Selling crack emcees, Play the mack emcees
Booty smack emcees, try to laugh at me
They all lack degrees, yo they're wack

[Verse 3]

I cause power outages, lump you up like cheese cottages
Its not about the dollar kid so run as I demolish this
With hotter shit I holler this with lava spit
Burn a hole through your esophagus nobody's stoppin us
We're half of the earth's populus, with one touch
I turn your glocks to dust, collect the props and bust
If you got a girl with a big butt I give her a new cock to clutch
Call Spike get on the bus, the mic I hold is [?]
The one you hold is cover in rust, the world is loving us
Nigga I fill my Dutch with your blood and guts (what a rush)
No wack MC is coming up, you fucking suck, I run amuck
With original blunted breeze[?] yo tell 'em son we see[?]

[Spoken]
Yo yo, how long do y'all think y'all gonna go on being wack?
Word up. Yo its real niggas, Real MC's out here pissed at y'all niggas
Word up. We gonna bring it to y'all. Right now.

[Chorus]