[Intro: Pumpkinhead]
Yo, yo. What up? Check this out. I got some words I want to share with everybody out there. Yo
[Verse 1: Pumpkinhead]
Peace to all my heads in the back of the club
Acting all crazy, get smacked in the club
Y'all make me laugh when y'all act like thugs
Never been shot, stabbed, or sold d**
Never ran the streets, never ducked slugs
Never packed heat, always had love
See me? I had all of the above
But I don't got to prove this sh**. I'm real
You're fake and you like to simulate
Thugs that ran the street in ‘88
You fake Alpo. Rich Puerto, you're a thug [?]
[?]. Once you hit the bend, your forehead drip water
Drip, drip, drip. I'm sick, piss on ya
Don't question my realness ‘cause you know
On the defense, I hop the fence like Cujo
Break legs, bite off ears, pop elbows
I'm well-known overseas while you roll
With a man who oversees everything you do
But he had no power over me
He's a b**h and you're attached to his ovaries
Opposing me on some rhyme sh**, you'll catch an L and lose
Pound for pound, you ain't got it. What compels you?
To turn your back when I'm that cat that helped you?
I'm the one that said, “Give him a chance,” when no one felt you
n***a