[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Yeah. And that's it. I'd like to thank everybody who copped this CD. Even if you ripped it and burned it, you know'm saying? Whatever as... least y'all got to hear, you know, my joints or whatever. It's all good. I'll have no hate in my blood for y'all. Um, yo. Like I said, repping The Plague. If y'all don't know, just to be clear, The Plague is (Is) Tondeff, PackFM, Mecca, Substantial, Blitzkrieg, Wild Child, GMS, Kameel-Yen, Session, and me. Ya heard? (Yeah). Hehe. Uh, Brooklyn Academy, Will Tell, Block McCloud, and the newest member: Black Panther, on the production team. Yeah (What up?), M.V.-double-L., what's cracking? Word to my homies out of Staten Island. My boy Cymarshall Law. What up? (Everliven, Skit Slam) Um. We should take it out with some rhymes, right? Kick a little quick rhyme. Let me see (Do it). Let me see, hehe. Well, I'ma spit. Uh, yeah. Aight, check it. Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] Oh, you hardcore? Why you hiding behind the door for? Me and my crew always get called for encores So sway back with Brooklyn Ac'. Even before that Will taught me breath control. Now it's a wrap I'll turn into the Hulk with gamma radiation Bash a n***a face in, leave his face bent like Rocky Dennis With a facemask. You ain't bad You a trade bag of shake, man, and I don't smoke schwag I get medieval on weasels, hold you up like easels Then get triple-X with your chick like Vin Diesel I'm so raw and throw bars so far They got more hang time than African women with no bras I'm so hideous, got more flows than amphibians About to blow like fourteen-year-old Palestinians The best flow too incredible to let go I guarantee this head is gonna shine like Destro's And ain't no dissing me. Listen, B. After this They'll raise my hand in victory like the Statue of Liberty You must be kidding me. Hennessey got me deading My enemies, draining their energy, creating ten of me Stop your heart like ecstasy, beat you down heavily Call me conceited. I don't care. I'm the best emcee This ain't for y'all dudes pushing an M3 This is for my grimy, gutter-spitting emcees That'll kick a flow quicker than Jet Li Go to South Beach and carjack a dude off a jet ski I'm the wrong n***a. Stomp through like Godzilla That cat that made Candyman jump back in the mirror Watch your back. I'm highly liable to get homicidal on rivals 2003, it'll be the start of an uprisal One hand on the blam, the other hand on the Bible I'm the man, your ghetto American Idol Mr. Diaz wack s**ers and put it on vinyl You a toy, pushing a truck made by Tike-o I hang kids over balconies like I'm Michael (Waaa!) [Outro: Pumpkinhead] Yeah, and I'm out. Like I said, www-dot-spreadtheplague-dot-com. Brooklyn Academy. All my peoples out here in Jersey and Brooklyn holding me down. Let's go. Uh