[Intro: The Bad Seed and Pumpkinhead]
Pumpkinhead: (*Cough*) I’m high
The Bad Seed: Word, word. Me too
Pumpkinhead: Ha. Oh my goodness
The Bad Seed: Ahaha, ahaha
Pumpkinhead: What? It’s another one
The Bad Seed: Another
Pumpkinhead: Overtime on the track
The Bad Seed: Uh. Uh. Overtime
Pumpkinhead: Pumpkinhead with the raps
The Bad Seed: Overtime, Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead
Pumpkinhead: O.B.S. Original Blunted Soldier
The Bad Seed: Ha. Ha. O.B.S. Ayyo, ayyo, let these n*ggas know
Pumpkinhead: Haha. Bad Seed, Meat Pie, Pumpkinhead. What?
The Bad Seed: It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. Hit ‘em
[Verse 1: Pumpkinhead]
How much did you pay to get played on the radio
With your 1980s flow, sounding like cameo
The vet who bring the drama like Juliet and Romeo
Beats we banging got you hanging on like a cowboy
At the rodeo, twist your cap like an Oreo
Cut you off like the dreads on [?]. From BK to Tokyo
Ain’t no shocker. n*gga, I’ll bring it proper (And do what?)
Chop ya like the blade on a helicopter
Leaving your crippled figure like the Phantom of the Opera
I’ll never give any slack like a pair of black Dockers
You imposter, you need to improve your lyrical posture
Pumpkinhead representing on Makin’ Records’ roster
[Hook: The Bad Seed]
It’s over. You and your team defeated in this game
It’s over. Battling y’all n*ggas’ streets, out but sober
It’s over. Pumpkinhead will lace y’all, eager to face y’all
Brutally waste y’all. And if you’re wack, we hate y’all
[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
I’m about to let you know my flow is so beautiful
On the usual, I’ll cut emcees like cuticles with musicals
Blowing fuses ‘cause I have computers filled with data
My styles are hot like potatoes, hot like radiators
Hot like stolen blazers, hot like when girls blow up your pager
Hot like the climate in Asia, hot like fresh blood on a razor
Hot like Tabasco on fish to give it more flavor
I got sunspots. I’m so hot, consider me danger
Hot like a burning forest ranger. On the real though
Everything I rhyme on is off the hanger. I got emcees
Tripping like a knocking gangbanger. My slang hangs
Like orangutans when I change with anger. My brain
Is stranger. My tracks step back, let Abel and Cain arrange ya
Blowing spots when I aim my [?]
[Hook: The Bad Seed] (x2)
It’s over. You and your team defeated in this game
It’s over. Battling y’all n*ggas’ streets, out but sober
It’s over. Pumpkinhead will lace y’all, eager to face y’all
Brutally waste y’all. And if you’re wack, we hate y’all
[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
My editorial, literal rhymes are critical like an ICU patient
I got that Makin’ sh*t that’s booming out the basement
When I’m placing my rhyme, I’m never wasting no time
Unplug the cable in my spine when it’s ShowTime
Then climb to the highest mountain peak. I’ll freak
Like sideshows and my mind grows when I puff hydro
Like Cheech, reach for the sky like I’m robbing the bank
My words bend over your men like a Sherman Tank
Put shanks on the wrist, walk the plank like a pirate
When my mind flips into a computer, input, output data
Megabyte, psycho chip shooter like a virus in my system
So you can’t bite this. Flex, now X your whole clan like Isis
It’s a nuclear rhyme crisis (Yo, yo, yo, yo, let these n*ggas know. Yo, yo)
[Hook: The Bad Seed] (x2)
It’s over. You and your team defeated in this game
It’s over. Battling y’all n*ggas’ streets, out but sober
It’s over. Pumpkinhead will lace y’all, eager to face y’all
Brutally waste y’all. And if you’re wack, we hate y’all
[Outro: The Bad Seed and Pumpkinhead]
Pumpkinhead: Hahaha. Bad Seed on the chorus. Overtime on the track, Pumpkinhead
The Bad Seed: Yo, yo, no doubt. O.B.S
Pumpkinhead: Yeah, yeah. Makin’ Records
The Bad Seed: Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead
Pumpkinhead: ‘9-7
The Bad Seed: Word is bond. Yo, yo, yo, leaving all y’all visions blurry. Word up. It’s feeling kind of orange up in here. Haha