[Intro] Peace. This is MC Ro-Lex. And when I ain't rapping about my motherf**ing Rolly or my motherf**ing Benz, I'm getting my a** lyrically stomped out by that motherf**er Pumpkinhead. I'm representing for W-A-C-K radio, baby. Hah, pop that Cristal [Verse 1] I've been to the point of no return and back And who you be? Another MC that sounds wack I attack airwaves radio frequency to slaves I've paid more dues than the PTA Get out my way ‘cause I'm on this track full steam ahead Hip-hop icon, soon to be number one—Pumpkinhead Branded in your head like the mark of the beast Me and my crew formed this abstract masterpiece Raps and beats from the dynamic duo, who knows This ancient Puerto Rican secret fat like a sumo Just to let you know, we never troop alone Makin' got my back like the battery piece on a cellphone Ran this home, and we in it, son, we finished, son Bam! Screaming on wack MC's like Sam Kinison [Hook] I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees Say what, say what? These wack emcees I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees Say what, say what? These wack emcees I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees Play a mack emcees, they all lack degrees They try to laugh at me, corny-a** emcees They lack degrees, a-yo they're wack [Verse 2] Intro—P(umpkin)H(ead) puff endo behind tinted windows MC's must think slow like n***as that sniff blow and drink Mo(et) You couldn't copy my words if you worked the night shift at Kinkos My style's unorthodox, like hermaphrodites (ew) If you're nice, I'll pa** the mic with the quickness But if you're wack, you'll be infected with the sickness While my click is scheming constantly like Wall Street business '98 is our year for the taking (gimme that), conquering while you're faking jax We be breaking backs. Nevertheless, we making tracks That's clever, black. All day (all day, n***a) We will be here forever like Cats on Broadway And your crew's gone, folded they a** like a futon My sh** is hot and yours is lukewarm This storm is of catastrophic proportions Dropping MC's like abortions So caution, when I'm tossing from Austin to Boston [Hook] I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees Say what, say what? These wack emcees I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees Say what, say what? These wack emcees I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees Selling crack emcees, play a mack emcees Booty smack emcees, try to laugh at me They all lack degrees, yo they're wack [Verse 3] I cause power outages, lump you up like cheese cottages It's not about the dollar, kid, so run as I demolish this With hotter sh**, I holler this with lava spit Burn a hole through your esophagus—nobody's stoppin' us We're half of the earth's populous. With one touch I turn your Glocks to dust, collect the props and bust If you got a girl with a big bu*t, I give her a new co*k to clutch Call Spike. “Get on the bus.” The mic I hold is [bust?] The one you hold is covered in rust. The world is loving us n***a, I fill my Dutch with your blood and guts (what a rush) No wack MC is coming up. You f**ing s**, I run amuck With [original blunted breeze?]. Yo, tell 'em, son, we see [Bridge] Yo, yo, how long do y'all think y'all gonna go on being wack? Word up. Ayo, it's real n***as, real MC's out here pissed at y'all n***as. Word up. And we gon' bring it to y'all, right now [Hook] I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees Say what, say what? These wack emcees I came down to this earth to rid you of these wack emcees Say what, say what? These wack emcees