[Intro: Pumpkinhead]

Yo, Marco turn my head... what the hell?!?

Yo, the beat's backwards, 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

[Verse 1: Pumpkinhead]

En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test

I'm a swordfish that'll carve a P in your chest

I shit 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 dope 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

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (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

[Verse 2: 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'mma stop spittin’ ‘cause I got the title

Now introducin’ to you the big homey Archrival

[Verse 3: Archrival]

I'm 'bout to take like a stick-up the fame

From these lames that bitch up, disdained

‘Cause the way they spit sucks

It ain't Rival's blame—they mixed up

I'm changin’ the game from this juncture

Claimin’ this lane when piss drunk

Afraid to be strange ‘cause it's just

Insane to be brave in scriptures

Shit, 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 a must that I lead, it's somethin’ to see I'm destructin’ the feed

Of every radio station that's corruptin’ the seeds

I'mma 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 deity in the flesh. You seein’ me is a less

Than probable episode. I'm sick of bein’ the best

[Hook: Pumpkinhead] (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

[Outro: 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, dammit

Go to the next track…