[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Look at what you [up against?], emcees can't do this
Head trauma bangin’ like gangs with this rap shit
But I don't fight ya, I'll out-write ya
And paper chase more than Donald Trump’s bank on a good day
My [?] as far as it be
The demons up in me, [accept it?], you can see
[I'm vicious?] [that I'm diggin'?] straight out of Salem's Lot
I dig plots for any fucker that tries to stop
The House will stay, internal rage, damage release
External [?] to my [?]
Smackin' emcees out the rafters, 'cause I'll blast a piece
Put it on a [steep?] to make it complete
And try to [?] long enough [for these?] [?]
I need more money though so I can take a [straight up hit?]
My bloody corpse will leave some for my daughter and my mom
And any [?] [that stop me?] [?] head trauma
[Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)]
Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin’ through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain’t any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it’s gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again
[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
I got this fuckin' head trauma, [?] tryin' to save me
Somthin’s goin' wrong with your little baby
Got ya lookin' hazy, maybe it's the dust
If I think another thought, then my brain gon' bust
Terminal meltdown, [and my mind's sick?]
Maximum head rush pumps the [pain?]
Pop a Tylenol for migraines
Membranes destroyed like I be insane, deranged
Pertainin' to somethin' that I never dealt with
Veins throbbin' in my head like I'm strung out on some bullshit
Pull shit closer to me, I think [I'll faint?]
Standin' like [?] and steady regulatin'
Desecratin' the burial site is not advised
It's a hypno thing, look in my eyes, despise
The sunrise, it make me wanna throw up
My standin's so shaky, I think my brain is gonna blow up
And go outside your dome, with the head trauma
[Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)]
Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again
[Verse 3: Hektic]
Fuckin' around'll get ya chopped up quick, no bullshit
I'm layin' you dead hoes in grave shifts
[Bury me quick?], I gotta go
I got these people rockin' under my soul, I'm outta control
Like a freight train 'bout to fuck you on up
True, bein' a nut ain't easy, but what the fuck
The psych ward won't help me out
I tell 'em again and again what I'm about
Instead I [?] [word?] to the [motherfuckin' man?]
I'm undercover like the raid van
Better get your shit together, I'm huntin' heads
Like a [donut convention?], sendin' people home to [Nathan?]
Ain't no escapin' from the [?], you get caught flat, you hit
I'm out the back of your mind, trick, forget
Windows closed, I'm open
I'm watchin' my head spin around in slow motion
Slowly coastin' [?] for drama
Leavin' ya comatose, filled up with head trauma
[Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)]
Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again
Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again
[Outro: Christopher Walken, Ryan Latshaw (Jack-O (1995) sample)]
The Pumpkin Man will steal your soul
Snap it up and swallow it whole
Kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again
The Pumpkin Man will steal your soul
Snap it up and swallow it whole
And just as quick before you die
The Pumpkin Man will steal your eyes
