Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swordfish, artist - Pumpkinhead. Date of issue: 23.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swordfish |
| Yo, Marco turn my head. |
| what the hell?! |
| Yo, the beat’s backward 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 |
| En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test |
| I’m a swordfish that’ll carve a P on your chest |
| I shit 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 asswipes 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 |
| 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 |
| 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’ma stop spittin cause I got the title |
| Now introducin to you the big homey Archrival |
| I’m 'bout to take like a stick-up |
| The fame from these lames that bitch up Disdained cause the way they spit sucks |
| Said ain’t Rival’s blame they mixed up |
| I’m changin the game from this juncture |
| Claimin this lane when piss drunk |
| I’d rather be strange |
| cause it’s just insane to brave in scriptures |
| Shit 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 must that I lead it’s somethin to see I’m destructin the feed |
| Of every radio station that’s corruptin the seeds |
| I’ma cut 'til they bleed, make 'em suffer a slow death |
| And leave 'em questionin how I can spit half a verse in a breath |
| A diety in the flesh you seein me is the last |
| and probable episode I’m sick of bein the best |
| 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 damnit |
| Go to the next track |