(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 %#@! 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 &&^(

Fo' shizz, half of you $$#wipes 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


[Chorus: x2]
Can you catch it got it caught it can you spit it hot !@$!ed

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 (*##$ 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
%#@! 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