Blacklisted

(Intro)
Yo
Whatup y'all
This is pumpkinhead
Haven't dropped a joint in a minute
You know what im saying
I feel like I've been judged
Persecuted
Crusified
I mean, i got one word for it
Testified, testified
I really think ive been black listed
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Take me serious man, im no joke on the mic
I say lines thatll make you choke on your sprite
Im no longer laying in the cut, im off right
Uptight, cos you acting tough right, right
No deal, you dont appeal to the fans
This is how i feel, you gots to kneel, kiss the hand
Your new name is custard and this is your last stand
I used to bag rams and push em out of trans ams
Now i rap man, better than you too
I do it for the love, you do it for new shoes
Who you, your name dont hold weight in this game
Your whole steeze is about as fake as your chain
Im not a sexy motherfucker, chicks say that im vain
Pumpkinhead going out, the same way that i came
And if you dont like what im saying change the channel
I speak my mind, too much for your brain to handle

From the street cousin, you know the drill
Im simply hardcore, even more than before
Pumpkinhead, you know the drill
Im simply hardcore, even more than before

Lets get this straight for once, im a prime time movie
All eyes on me, like the face of pac was on my jewelery
Im sick of the foolery playin the back
Im not in the cage, and im tired of playing with rap
Youre a thug, at least thats what you say in your raps
But youre a faggot with a tattoo of mace on your back
And im dope, my songs is like i laced em with crack
And you not hot, and i hope your facing the facts
I twist your brain up, run circles round the rhymes you just
Made up
Fuck your fade up
And your face up, until you need makeup