[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]

Look at what you [up against?], emcees can't do this

Head trauma bangin’ like gangs with this rap shit

But I don't fight ya, I'll out-write ya

And paper chase more than Donald Trump’s bank on a good day

My [?] as far as it be

The demons up in me, [accept it?], you can see

[I'm vicious?] [that I'm diggin'?] straight out of Salem's Lot

I dig plots for any fucker that tries to stop

The House will stay, internal rage, damage release

External [?] to my [?]

Smackin' emcees out the rafters, 'cause I'll blast a piece

Put it on a [steep?] to make it complete

And try to [?] long enough [for these?] [?]

I need more money though so I can take a [straight up hit?]

My bloody corpse will leave some for my daughter and my mom

And any [?] [that stop me?] [?] head trauma

[Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)]

Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin’ through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain’t any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it’s gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again

[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]

I got this fuckin' head trauma, [?] tryin' to save me

Somthin’s goin' wrong with your little baby

Got ya lookin' hazy, maybe it's the dust

If I think another thought, then my brain gon' bust

Terminal meltdown, [and my mind's sick?]

Maximum head rush pumps the [pain?]

Pop a Tylenol for migraines

Membranes destroyed like I be insane, deranged

Pertainin' to somethin' that I never dealt with

Veins throbbin' in my head like I'm strung out on some bullshit

Pull shit closer to me, I think [I'll faint?]

Standin' like [?] and steady regulatin'

Desecratin' the burial site is not advised

It's a hypno thing, look in my eyes, despise

The sunrise, it make me wanna throw up

My standin's so shaky, I think my brain is gonna blow up

And go outside your dome, with the head trauma

[Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)]

Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again

[Verse 3: Hektic]

Fuckin' around'll get ya chopped up quick, no bullshit

I'm layin' you dead hoes in grave shifts

[Bury me quick?], I gotta go

I got these people rockin' under my soul, I'm outta control

Like a freight train 'bout to fuck you on up

True, bein' a nut ain't easy, but what the fuck

The psych ward won't help me out

I tell 'em again and again what I'm about

Instead I [?] [word?] to the [motherfuckin' man?]

I'm undercover like the raid van

Better get your shit together, I'm huntin' heads

Like a [donut convention?], sendin' people home to [Nathan?]

Ain't no escapin' from the [?], you get caught flat, you hit

I'm out the back of your mind, trick, forget

Windows closed, I'm open

I'm watchin' my head spin around in slow motion

Slowly coastin' [?] for drama

Leavin' ya comatose, filled up with head trauma

[Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)]

Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again

Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again

[Outro: Christopher Walken, Ryan Latshaw (Jack-O (1995) sample)]

The Pumpkin Man will steal your soul

Snap it up and swallow it whole

Kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again

The Pumpkin Man will steal your soul

Snap it up and swallow it whole

And just as quick before you die

The Pumpkin Man will steal your eyes