Marco Polo - Swordfish lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Yo, Marco turn my head... what the hell?!? Yo, the beat's backwards, dawg Marco, put down that cigarette, man Put it forwards, let's go Aight, that's what I'm talkin' about—yeah Uh-huh, it's Pumpkinhead Marco Polo on the beat [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test I'm a swordfish that'll carve a P in your chest I sh** on rookies and pee on the best Do it to Def like Mos did, when he had no kids And I refuse to lose my hunger, I'll eat 'til I get so big It'll look like I got no ribs I'm not scurred of these thugs that bust blank shots like they don't jizz Fo' shizz, half of you a**wipes don't know what dope is Here's the prime example, exhibit A I collide a candle just by rhymin' at you, so I spit away Spit split wigs—not a barber but I give a fade like scissor blades Lyrics spray and ricochet off your frickin' face I'm in the place like I just got reprimanded So strong—when I give pounds, dudes get mad cause I'm heavy handed This is high-powered, full voltage, tilt the meter From a swordfish that'll poke a hole in your speaker [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) Can you catch it? Got it, caught it. Can you spit it hot, retarded? Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it? Do it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the office You a guppy in hot water, duelin' with a pair of swordfish [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] My introduction to this game was on an independent And I rocked shows even with 20 people in attendance I'm the truest essence of a secret weapon I can freak a sentence with a speech impediment and still teach a lesson Third album, so this just might be the charm Timed out songs, so it just might be the bomb Matter of fact, I'mma stop spittin' ‘cause I got the title Now introducin' to you the big homey Archrival [Verse 3: Archrival] I'm 'bout to take like a stick-up the fame From these lames that b**h up, disdained ‘Cause the way they spit s**s It ain't Rival's blame—they mixed up I'm changin' the game from this juncture Claimin' this lane when piss drunk Afraid to be strange ‘cause it's just Insane to brave in scriptures sh**, man. I dare you to picture me bein' plain When I spit the deranged Phrases, I think of serrated aimings that hit ya To maim and aid in ya disappearance You claim you don't miss but plain as day Is they'll miss ya before your grave can be filled up But pal it ain't gonna fit ya. Trust and believe I treat the studio like I treat your girl, I bust and I leave It's a must that I lead, it's somethin' to see I'm destructin' the feed Of every radio station that's corruptin' the seeds I'mma cut 'til they bleed, make 'em suffer a slow d**h And leave 'em questionin' how I can spit half a verse in a breath A deity in the flesh. You seein' me is a less Than probable episode. I'm sick of bein' the best [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) Can you catch it? Got it, caught it. Can you spit it hot, retarded? Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it? Do it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the office You a guppy in hot water, duelin' with a pair of swordfish [Outro: Pumpkinhead] Yeah, it's Pumpkinhead Archrival, Marco Polo On this fire beat. Yo Marco, man, this beat is crazy I don't think heads out there is ready… Yo Marco, man. See, I'm just I'm, I'm tryin' to give you a compliment And you gon' put the beat backwards again You see, you play too much man. You Canadians, dammit Go to the next track…