[Intro: MC Rolex (AKA The Bad Seed)]

Peace. This is MC Ro-Lex. And when I ain’t rapping about my motherfucking Rolly or my motherfucking Benz, I'm getting my ass lyrically stomped out by that motherfucker Pumpkinhead. Ha! I'm representing for W-A-C-K Radio, baby. Ha, pop that Cristal!

[Verse 1: Pumpkinhead]

I've been to the point of no return and back

And who you be? Another emcee that sounds wack

I attack airwaves’ radio frequency to slave

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/phat like a sumo

Just to let you know, we never troop alone

Makin’ got my back like the battery piece on a cellphone

Ram this home. And we in it, son, we finished, son

Bam! Screaming on wack emcees like Sam Kinison

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]

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

Player, MAC emcees. They all lack degrees

They tried to laugh at me. Corny-ass emcees

They lack degrees. Ayyo, they're wack

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]

Intro: PH puff endo behind tinted windows

Emcees must think slow like niggas that sniff blow and drink Mo’

You couldn't copy my words if you worked the night shift at Kinkos

My style's unorthodox like hermaphrodites

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

Skeming constantly like Wall Street business. '98 is

Our year for the taking (Gimme that), conquering while you're faking jax

We’ll be breaking backs. Nevertheless, we’re Makin’ tracks

That’s clever, black. All day (All day, nigga). Yo

We will be here forever like cats on Broadway

And your crew’s gone, folded they ass like a futon

My shit is hot and yours is lukewarm. This storm is of

Catastrophic proportions, dropping emcees like abortions

So caution while I'm tossing from Austin to Boston

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]

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

Player, MAC emcees. They all lack degrees

They tried to laugh at me. Corny-ass emcees

They lack degrees. Ayyo, they're wack

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]

I cause power outages, lump you up like cheese cottages

It’s 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 stopping us

We're half of the Earth's populous. With one touch, I’ll turn your Glocks

To dust, collect the props and bust. If you’ve 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 brushed. The one you

Hold is covered in rust. The world is loving us

Nigga, I’ll fill my Dutch with your blood and guts (What a rush)

No wack emcee is coming up. You fucking suck. I’ll run amok

With Original Blunted breed. Yo, tell 'em something, Seed

[Interlude 1: The Bad Seed]

Yo, how long do y'all think y'all gonna go on being wack? Word up. Ayyo, it’s real niggas, real emcees out here pissed at y'all niggas. Word up. And we gon’ bring it to y'all, right now

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]

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 player, MAC emcees

These selling-crack emcees, booty-smack emcees

These gun-clap emcees all lack degrees

(Yo, yo, word up) They're just wack

[Outro: The Bad Seed, Pumpkinhead, and (Meat Pie)]

The Bad Seed: Yo, yo. And if you’re wack and you know it, clap your hands. If you’re wack and you know it, clap your hands. (Clap your hands. And you know it. Want to show it. And you know it). Yo, that nigga right there ain’t clapping. (Clap your hands). He know they’re wack and he ain’t clapping (Clap, nigga, clap!)

Pumpkinhead: Haha. O.B.S., Makin’ Records. You can never beat us. You heard me? Haha