Swordfish-Pumpkinhead

Swordfish - Pumpkinhead (feat. Archrival) [Pumpkinhead:] Yo, Marco turn my head.. what the hell?! Yo, the beat's backward dawg Marco, put down that cigarette man Put it forwards, let's go Aight, that's what I'm talkin about, yeah Uh-huh, it's Pumpkinhead Marco Polo on the beat En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test I'm a swordfish that'll carve a P on your chest I sh*t on rookies and pee on the best Do it to +Def+ like +Mos+ did, when he had no kids And I refuse to lose my hunger, I'll eat 'til I get so big It'll look like I got no ribs I'm not scurred of these thugs that bust blank shots like they don't jizz Fo' shizz, half of you asswipes don't know what d**e is Here's the prime example, exhibit A I collide a candle just by rhymin at you, so I spit away Spit split wigs not a barber but I give a fade like scissor blades Lyrics spray and ricochet off your frickin face I'm in the place like I just got reprimanded So strong when I give pounds dudes get mad cause I'm heavy handed This is high powered full voltage tilt the meter From a swordfish that'll poke a hole in your speaker [Chorus: x2] Can you catch it got it caught it can you spit it hot retarded Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it Do it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the office You a guppy in hot water duelin with a pair of swordfish [Pumpkinhead:] My introduction to this game, was on an independent And I rocked shows even with 20 people in attendance I'm the truest essence of a secret weapon I can freak a sentence with a speech impediment, and still teach a lesson Third album, so this just might be the charm Timed out songs, so it just might be the bomb Matter of fact, I'ma stop spittin cause I got the title Now introducin to you the big homey Archrival [Archrival:] I'm 'bout to take like a stick-up The fame from these lames that b**ch up Disdained cause the way they spit sucks Said ain't Rival's blame they mixed up I'm changin the game from this juncture Claimin this lane when piss drunk I'd rather be strange Cause it's just insane to brave in scriptures Sh*t man I dare you to picture me bein plain When I spit the deranged phrases I think of serrated aimings that hit ya To maim and aid in ya disappearance You claim you don't miss but plain as day Is they'll miss ya before your grave can be filled up But pal it ain't gonna fit ya; trust and believe I treat the studio like I treat your girl, I bust and I leave It's must that I lead it's somethin to see I'm destructin the feed Of every radio station that's corruptin the seeds I'ma cut 'til they bleed, make 'em suffer a slow death And leave 'em questionin how I can spit half a verse in a breath A diety in the flesh you seein me is the last And probable episode I'm sick of bein the best [Chorus] [Pumpkinhead:] Yeah, it's Pumpkinhead Archrival, Marco Polo On this fire beat yo Marco man this beat is crazy I don't think heads out there is ready.. Yo Marco man, see I'm just I'm I'm tryin to give you a compliment And you gon' put the beat backwards again You see you play too much man, you Canadians damnit Go to the next track