You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
The ballad of Mr. Edward Hyde, crooked Scrooge
Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes
Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull
Old Captain Flag standing in the hall
MCs is dull, phantom in the steam
Ruffians and fiends, world ain't what it seems
Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that
Chase you with a pick axe, bullets, you get gift wrapped
Mud crew over the house, hot moistures
Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters
I'm in the air like the ozone, bubblegum snow cones
Raccoon in the yard laying with broke bones
That's how I wrote poems, drowsy with the drug what
Often the 'The Sultan's Daughter' swallowed the lug nut
It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived
The reflections, of guns in his eyes, we all live
And this is Wu-Tang, carve it with my hook hand
'L.A. Story', flip a nickel, the bookstand
It's full of crooks and dry hoes for sale
Saw a giant squid biting a whale in the hail
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires
We move like old vampires, meet your desires
Walk with a monkey wrench, body inside a lake
We throw off jake like slugs and earthquake
Mice in the cake, my rhyme is violent uzi
I laugh like thieves with moneybags in a silent movie
Seven stone roses, vodka in the toolbox
One heavy pistol came from the nuthouse
Pineapple soda pop, knock you off courses
Villains with torches, froze to death on their horses
Mean Warcloud breaks you into powder
Who put the poison in Mrs Fletcher's chowder?
A weasel fell out of his eye, death was holding ya'll
Cuckoo Cachoo, a rose within a bowling ball
Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks
Don't even argue
So stuck up that niggas just might rob you
I laid in bed next to her black cat
Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud...
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
Aiyo, 'Things That Go Bump in the Night', my rap embargo
It's like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles
Diamonds and seashells, silver the size of cartwheels
Throwing large swords, the Maharaja he walks
Shoot you five times in the sternum, watch the spear
Stab you with a twelve inch knife behind the ear
Then leave the scene in slow motion, fun red
Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head
Scraps of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string
Biting on carrots in the spring
It's like running through brick, stone, steel and concrete
Then we can gunfight like the last days of Long Beach
A jeweled old mask, a helmet full of gold dust
You got people, blast me for gold
Dried out bones there scattered and growing mold
The honest man is the crooked man and he's cold
Slave bitches sat in the circle around the War Hawk
Stir fried vegetables, harsh metal sculptures
(?) ate sugar snap peas
While I crept up on the ridge to fire these
Thwack, thwack, thwack, with arrows I came to waste y'all
Now you look cheap, my cry rattles the Great Wall
A dirty old baseball 'Rolie Polie Olie'
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week)
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
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