[Intro: Pumpkinhead]

Pumpkinhead: Yo

[?]: Doodoo

Pumpkinhead: Yeah, yo

[?]: You doodoo

Pumpkinhead: [?]. Go ‘head. Poops, PH, FB

[Verse 1: Poops]

Heavily yawn with thoughts. Emcees play the sideline

Is court cheerleaders to the sport

Just shout my name, all about clout and gain

No man is equal, Poops and God are about the same

Graphic patterns, an unusual form of rapping

On mental, I’m taking over your vessel

On command. For this shipment, its captain

You’re trapped and no escape (No escape, no escape)

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]

My flow entices the crowd and audience, squeezing mics like accordions

The lyrical magician cut each round to half-sized if you chastise

Giving black eyes to Hispanics, Caucasian, and black guys

I rap wise, intelligent. The melanin skin tone down to the bone

Burning the microphones with hot poems, poetical paralysis

Inflicted on wack lyricists. It took me exactly

Several minutes to write this rhyme and recite it

This shit is tight like the vagina on a virgin dyke

Niggas be busting their brains and saying nothing. Wannabe ragamuffin

Acting tough and end up becoming turkey stuffing

‘Cause the shit they was kicking was some hardcore roughneck black TECs on cracked steps

Right by The Coliseum. I’m underground like a casket

But still on top like a mausoleum

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]

Niggas be talking shit, drop that shit in the toilet

But them kids is wack. They get flushed (PRB)

Niggas be talking shit, drop shit in the toilet (Tenth Planet)

But them kids is wack. They get flushed

[Verse 3: Poops]

Curtains are closed. Emcees who took it backseat before their lies

Their manhood is tooken like they were sodomized

Recognize the prime trained in cyphers, revolve around the 9

When I felt no presence of danger, you had your shot, look

Get caught up in a chamber. Anger stranger. No wackness, in fact

Kid, don’t know who that is. I never saw him before in these lines of mine

I doubt it would ever come around, so visit this rhyme (This rhyme, this rhyme)

[Verse 4: Pumpkinhead]

Lyric droid, Sci-Fi, drinking Mai Tai in Hawai’i

Might I grab the M-I-C, you’d better say, “Bye bye”

I’m out the night sky. My verses are colorful like tie-dye

That’s why my tracks are not fly—because we skydive

On the real, thought. And I use that term very gently and I

Step on emcees like Mr. Jefferson did Bentley, and, uh

Don’t miss empty, hollow-headed with the dreaded

Lyric droids schizo, paranoid, fueled by unleaded

Energon, your men are gone like the Pentagon

Your underground intelligence is irrelevant

Why should we let A&Rs at labels label us like evidence?

It’s evident that they want to make dollars and leave us cents

On top of that, you nonsense, corny emcees puppets

Fake nuggets after the first mill in your career hits the bucket

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]

Niggas be talking shit, drop that shit in the toilet

But them kids is wack. They get flushed

Niggas be talking shit, drop shit in the toilet

But them kids is wack. They get flushed

[Verse 5: Poops]

In no rush, just bust, destruct in my clutch

To dust, in a touch, punks are crushed to dust

From a man to a gram of sand that’s swept up

You should have kept up. In this hurdle for simple

Individuals, it was like a cheetah racing a turtle

Never merciful, I feel better hurting your

I’ll work too. My job is done—and that’s not

Until my sharp skills leave scars on the drums

[Verse 6: Pumpkinhead]

Brothers be mad wack, swearing they got crazy skills

So I make ‘em overdose without the Advil pills

Lyrics rotate in a circular motion like a windmill

360, metamorph like Bill Bixby for gamma rays that kill

Why is it brothers can’t acknowledge my physics?

Is it complex like the animation from Robotech?

I walk in New York streets with the vibe tugging my crotch

One of the pastimes of hip hop

And you don’t stop with metaphor... (Let him stop)

[Outro: Pumpkinhead]

Ha, yo. Yo, yo. Mad caca emcees out there and we’re gonna step on you like crap. Hahahaha. It’s the lab. Poops, FB, Pumpkinhead. Remember, doggie. Alright, I’m done already (PH, man)