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[Intro: Warcloud] You find ya self devoured by woodland creatures Lightin' matches under my hat, ghost pirates Frosty mug of rum [Warcloud] Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics I bust slugs, they love to figure skate through me We had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to cannon boys I carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noise Raw head breaks, snake eater of dungeon A web of dead bodies in the sewer, underground London Passion in the desert, my guns'll love backwards Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter |
My forearm is made out of rifles that bust factor And pop might murder the woman in the here after I laugh cuz I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet The blood sprained into my face And ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel Feel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the end I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant All wet wit blood, on Godly assignment Slap a whipper snapper, ya's better mount up and slither I smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a river [Chorus 2X: Warcloud] |
Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulous Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet [Skarekrow] My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sills Black feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfield Stuck like a quicksand on rich land While apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my hand I break training wheels and kick stands Produce |
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