[Verse 1 - Pumpkinhead]
I’m a beast of the underground
Hotter than lava rocks
You don’t know what time it is
Then go out and cop a watch
When drama pops, we fade niggas out like a barber shop
Y’all talk a lot, we stomp pimps out in the parking lot
Step on my block—that’s a mistake like when the condom pop
You got to stop before you get shot like Big and Pac
Two shots to your arm and your crouch
We bombin’ your spot, we got it on lock
Please believe I got the heat up the sleeve
So sick, I’m a living breathing disease, a hedonist sleaze
Who wants a piece of the cheese
When I creep through the trees like Vietnamese
Reach for the breeze before I lift your feet off the leaves
Now you eager to leave—get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my meat like a catholic priest
Like L.L. in the back of the jeep
We swinging episodes, the Tech’ll blow, your neck explodes
Now you got extra holes aside from your ears, mouth, and your nose
A fully composed masterpiece—I was fully exposed
To the altered beast in my heart
I’m sick in the head
Don’t become the quick of the dead
I got a six-shot revolver lodged in my esophagus with one bullet
Eight-millions stories in this world untold
So in my notebook is where I put ‘em
You just a Jr. like Cuba Gooding
I’m a beast of the underground
Hotter than lava rocks
You don’t know what time it is
Then go out and cop a watch
When drama pops, we fade niggas out like a barber shop
Y’all talk a lot, we stomp pimps out in the parking lot
Step on my block—that’s a mistake like when the condom pop
You got to stop before you get shot like Big and Pac
Two shots to your arm and your crouch
We bombin’ your spot, we got it on lock
Please believe I got the heat up the sleeve
So sick, I’m a living breathing disease, a hedonist sleaze
Who wants a piece of the cheese
When I creep through the trees like Vietnamese
Reach for the breeze before I lift your feet off the leaves
Now you eager to leave—get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my meat like a catholic priest
Like L.L. in the back of the jeep
We swinging episodes, the Tech’ll blow, your neck explodes
Now you got extra holes aside from your ears, mouth, and your nose
A fully composed masterpiece—I was fully exposed
To the altered beast in my heart
I’m sick in the head
Don’t become the quick of the dead
I got a six-shot revolver lodged in my esophagus with one bullet
Eight-millions stories in this world untold
So in my notebook is where I put ‘em
You just a Jr. like Cuba Gooding
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