Ressurection Rap

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Son, we stay block-roaming
Look at my garb, dog. I look like a black Roman
My dirty cover half my face
Trees on where the bark is just right. The colors on my jersey
Play off the nice goon feelings
Get a vest coat, jack at Mitchell & Ness, looking for
A O.J throwback. Heavyset
Keep your face scowled up. Give me a second look, shit
Hit you with a second hook—not them eight-bar. Sinks holy ships
Chair music canaries around your head could fucking sing along with
Broads love me ‘cause I sling that porn dick
Run with a New York Met—not Mike Piazza
We keep bats and gloves, so I got the right to rob ya
Pumpkinhead cocky, jump out and skeet
The only shells y’all spit out is sunflower seeds

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]
We three dudes on one track. You beating us
Is when Jesus come back. Resurrection, apocalypse rap
End of days, yo, we cocking it back
Y’all niggas wack. Shut the fuck up, put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack
Y’all don’t want none. We heavyweights, boxing ‘em back
Y’all niggas wack. Shut the fuck up, put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack
What?

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
We some players from the Himalayas. When I say, “Players”
I don’t mean ice or gators
P and P definitely gonna shock the majors
Peep the steez, creep with ease. There’s a lot of haters
Y’all don’t want it. I’m bionic. You still smoke sticky chronic
Don’t make me pull out the rocket and cock it like Sticky’s optic
I’m brand-new. Y’all spit out old shit like a colonic
Assholes, don’t block my cash flow
I’m from Park Slope. He from the block of N.A. Rock
Together, we’re like the Hulk and Juggernaut
We’re the tropical fantasy, we ghetto, spit metal bars
Leave hella scars. Tell your squad they’ll be next to God
I’m getting better. I’ll turn into a human shredder
Leave you laid up on a stretcher, holier than Freddy Krueger’s sweater
Me and Met Brooklyn-Ac’-affiliated
Y’all really hate it. Peace to The Plague. We a part of greatness

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]
We three dudes on one track. You beating us
Is when Jesus come back. Resurrection, apocalypse rap
End of days, yo, we cocking it back
Y’all niggas wack. Shut the fuck up, put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack
Y’all don’t want none. We heavyweights, boxing ‘em back
Y’all niggas wack. Shut the fuck up, put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack
What?

[Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor]
Ayyo, it’s Poison—run to the store and get that vaccine
It’s Pumpkinhead, Metaphor, we gonna stack green
And get money. You taking food from the plate
You dead, dummy, get rudely awakened—step, sonny
Brooklyn-repping. Downtown, the hood is
Getting liver. Breaking world, we’re getting higher
Roll the Dutch. I’ll hold L’s with a cobra-clutch
And blow lines that’ll blow you up
We Strongholding. The Words A’ Mouth
Leave the song swollen. We all chosen to run this shit
You are now on the mothership
We taking flight, breaking night. The snakes’ll bite
Focus in on this and make a wish
We’ll make you rich. Just raise your fist
And solemnly swear the honor is there. There’s time to prepare
It’s on now. Son, we finally there

[Hook: Pumpkinhead]
We three dudes on one track. You beating us
Is when Jesus come back. Resurrection, apocalypse rap
End of days, yo, we cocking it back
Y’all niggas wack. Shut the fuck up, put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack
Y’all don’t want none. We heavyweights, boxing ‘em back
Y’all niggas wack. Shut the fuck up, put a sock in your trap
We like young guns, regulate, chop ‘em like crack
What?

[Outro: Pumpkinhead]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Poison Pen. Uh huh. Yeah. Pumpkinhead. My nigga Metaphor. Uh. Will Tell on the beat, yo. Check it out. Uh. Himalaya players. What? Heh. Himalaya players. What? Heh. Himalaya players. Uh. Yodel. Uh. Yodel, yodel, yodel