Peace, this is MC Ro-Lex 

and when I'm not rapping about my motherfucking Rolly or my motherfucking Benz 

I'm getting my ass lyrically stomped out by that motherfucker 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's 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 

Making got my back like the battery piece on a cell-phone 

Hell is home, and we in it son we finish 'em 

Baam screaming on wack MC's like Sam Kinison 


[Chorus] 

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 

Playa mack emcees, they all lack degrees 

They try to laugh at me, corny ass emcees 

They lack degress, a-yo they're wack. 


[Verse 2] 

Intro, P(umpkin)H(ead) puff endo behind tinted windows 

MC's must think slow like niggas that sniff blow and drink Mo(et) 

You couldn't copy my words if you worked the night shift at Kinko's 

My style's unorthodox, like hemaphrodites (eeew) 

If you're nice I'll pass 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 

Thats clever black, all day (all day) 

We will be here forever like Cats on Broadway 

And your crews gone, folded they ass like a futon 

My shit is hot and your's is lukewarm 

This storm, is of catastrophic proportions 

Dropping MC's like abortions 

So caution, when I'm tossing from Austin to Boston 


[Chorus] 


I hate these wack emcees, these gun clap emcees 

Selling crack emcees, Play the 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 

Its not about the dollar kid so run as I demolish this 

With hotter shit I holler this with lava spit 

Burn a hole through your esophagus nobody's stoppin us 

We're half of the earth's populus, with one touch 

I turn your glocks to dust, collect the props and bust 

If you got a girl with a big butt I give her a new cock to clutch 

Call Spike get on the bus, the mic I hold is [?] 

The one you hold is cover in rust, the world is loving us 

Nigga I fill my Dutch with your blood and guts (what a rush) 

No wack MC is coming up, you fucking suck, I run amuck 

With original blunted breeze[?] yo tell 'em son we see[?] 


[Spoken] 

Yo yo, how long do y'all think y'all gonna go on being wack? 

Word up. Yo its real niggas, Real MC's out here pissed at y'all niggas 

Word up. We gonna bring it to y'all. Right now. 


[Chorus]