Head Trauma

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Look at what you [up against?], emcees can't do this Head trauma bangin' like gangs with this rap shit But I don't fight ya, I'll out-write ya And paper chase more than Donald Trump's bank on a good day My [?] as far as it be The demons up in me, [accept it?], you can see [I'm vicious?] [that I'm diggin'?] straight out of Salem's Lot I dig plots for any fucker that tries to stop The House will stay, internal rage, damage release External [?] to my [?] Smackin' emcees out the rafters, 'cause I'll blast a piece Put it on a [steep?] to make it complete And try to [?] long enough [for these?] [?] I need more money though so I can take a [straight up hit?] My bloody corpse will leave some for my daughter and my mom And any [?] [that stop me?] [?] head trauma [Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)] Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] I got this fuckin' head trauma, [?] tryin' to save me Somthin's goin' wrong with your little baby Got ya lookin' hazy, maybe it's the dust If I think another thought, then my brain gon' bust Terminal meltdown, [and my mind's sick?] Maximum head rush pumps the [pain?] Pop a Tylenol for migraines Membranes destroyed like I be insane, deranged Pertainin' to somethin' that I never dealt with Veins throbbin' in my head like I'm strung out on some bullshit Pull shit closer to me, I think [I'll faint?] Standin' like [?] and steady regulatin' Desecratin' the burial site is not advised It's a hypno thing, look in my eyes, despise The sunrise, it make me wanna throw up My standin's so shaky, I think my brain is gonna blow up And go outside your dome, with the head trauma [Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)] Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again [Verse 3: Hektic] Fuckin' around'll get ya chopped up quick, no bullshit I'm layin' you dead hoes in grave shifts [Bury me quick?], I gotta go I got these people rockin' under my soul, I'm outta control Like a freight train 'bout to fuck you on up True, bein' a nut ain't easy, but what the fuck The psych ward won't help me out I tell 'em again and again what I'm about Instead I [?] [word?] to the [motherfuckin' man?] I'm undercover like the raid van Better get your shit together, I'm huntin' heads Like a [donut convention?], sendin' people home to [Nathan?] Ain't no escapin' from the [?], you get caught flat, you hit I'm out the back of your mind, trick, forget Windows closed, I'm open I'm watchin' my head spin around in slow motion Slowly coastin' [?] for drama Leavin' ya comatose, filled up with head trauma [Chorus: Christopher Walken (True Romance sample)] Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again [Outro: Christopher Walken, Ryan Latshaw (Jack-O (1995) sample)] The Pumpkin Man will steal your soul Snap it up and swallow it whole Kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again The Pumpkin Man will steal your soul Snap it up and swallow it whole And just as quick before you die The Pumpkin Man will steal your eyes