Swordfish lyrics

(feat. Archrival)[Pumpkinhead:]Yo, Marco turn my head.. what the hell?!Yo, the beat's backward dawgMarco, put down that cigarette manPut it forwards, let's goAight, that's what I'm talkin about, yeahUh-huh, it's PumpkinheadMarco Polo on the beatEn garde, draw your weapon, put it to a testI'm a swordfish that'll carve a P on your chestI shit on rookies and pee on the bestDo it to +Def+ like +Mos+ did, when he had no kidsAnd I refuse to lose my hunger, I'll eat 'til I get so bigIt'll look like I got no ribsI'm not scurred of these thugs that bust blank shots like they don't jizzFo' shizz, half of you asswipes don't know what dope isHere's the prime example, exhibit AI collide a candle just by rhymin at you, so I spit awaySpit split wigs not a barber but I give a fade like scissor bladesLyrics spray and ricochet off your frickin faceI'm in the place like I just got reprimandedSo strong when I give pounds dudes get mad cause I'm heavy handedThis is high powered full voltage tilt the mete
rFrom 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 retardedCan you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss itDo it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the officeYou a guppy in hot water duelin with a pair of swordfish[Pumpkinhead:]My introduction to this game, was on an independentAnd I rocked shows even with 20 people in attendanceI'm the truest essence of a secret weaponI can freak a sentence with a speech impediment, and still teach a lessonThird album, so this just might be the charmTimed out songs, so it just might be the bombMatter of fact, I'ma stop spittin cause I got the titleNow introducin to you the big homey Archrival[Archrival:]I'm 'bout to take like a stick-upThe fame from these lames that bitch upDisdained cause the way they spit sucksSaid ain't Rival's blame they mixed upI'm changin the game from this junctureClaimin this lane when piss drunkI'd rather be strangecause it's just
insane to brave in scripturesShit man I dare you to picture me bein plainWhen I spit the deranged phrasesI think of serrated aimings that hit yaTo maim and aid in ya disappearanceYou claim you don't miss but plain as dayis they'll miss ya before your grave can be filled upBut pal it ain't gonna fit ya; trust and believeI treat the studio like I treat your girl, I bust and I leaveIt's must that I lead it's somethin to see I'm destructin the feedOf every radio station that's corruptin the seedsI'ma cut 'til they bleed, make 'em suffer a slow deathAnd leave 'em questionin how I can spit half a verse in a breathA diety in the flesh you seein me is the lastand probable episode I'm sick of bein the best[Chorus][Pumpkinhead:]Yeah, it's PumpkinheadArchrival, Marco PoloOn this fire beat yo Marco man this beat is crazyI don't think heads out there is ready..Yo Marco man, see I'm justI'm I'm tryin to give you a complimentAnd you gon' put the beat backwards againYou see you play too much man, y
ou Canadians damnitGo to the next track