In The Hall of the Warrior King
(Intro: Holocaust)
Yo, what's the deal champs?
Motherfuckers, this is Warcloud
West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez, representing for the underground
For the mainstream, my style is architectonic
And bionic, it's like unfinished cathedrals
Item # productions, there's gonna be repercussions
Break niggas faces
(Chorus 4X: Holocaust)
War, War, Warcloud
(Holocaust)
Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes
Stained wooden floorboards, sleeping on the ceiling I murder warlords
'Fever Dream', sling fiend, gun, lead blow
The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat up a toe
And crushed your dirty smiles while I was eating tiles
And farted out twenty beach balls, bounced down the aisle
'The Blob' is a great film, threw my ticket stub in the wastebasket
Pop a cucci, spasm in chicks, so they can taste magic
Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneeling
Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling
You move like snails, arsenic and old lace
'House of Frankenstein', slow hand lays down the cold eggs
Miracle on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost
Left big cats lost, while playing with Adam's rib
Still ride a Harley through 'Cop Land' with Digit
I howl and shatter the moon, send you a postcard
'Chicka Chicka Boom Boom', now they call you Broken Face
Heard your ribcage healed up and I hope it breaks
Open kegs, glanced two times, while others glares
A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs
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(Holocaust)
You'll find stepping stones along the way, through the stream
Run silent, run deep, you're now surrounded by misfits
'12 Angry Men' like 'Angels with Dirty Faces'
Armed to the tooth, you couldn't move many paces
Blood hits snow and hearts, scoop it up in handfuls
Then I walked the green grasslands, smoked the Indo
Passed that house with the woman always in the window
I'm at the helm, you've now entered 'Harsh Realm'
'Mixed Forest Zone', several poisonous herbs
There are water spiders that eat lizards and birds
While bloody red icicles hang from every word
Ears full of nails, you stagger off of the curb
And fall in the street, avocados and fortune cookies
Ginger snaps and finger-paint, ammunition for hand guns
Go away and stay there, man with twisted beard
He fell through a hole in the ice and disappeared
I ride a bicycle and bite an apple
'Alamo Bay', the bloody old man from L.A.
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(Holocaust)
Thee bringer of war, white feathers with red tips
Gun powder keg, 'Cold American Beach'
Vocal antiques, 'In the Hall of the Mountain King'
'Hansel and Gretel' threw rats down from the balcony
I horseradish your brain, razor alchemy leaps
Eight hundred motherfuckers with bats who never speak
In the misty street, Warcloud cave in your nose
A killer bee sat on the rose, unfold the scrolls like
Five zombie soldiers playing cards at an outpost
Laughing at midnight, weapons against the wall
Tall red, white and blue werewolf, palace in India
Jewel like the sky, last year on Fourth of July
Sleepwalker talk, that's one eye under water
Archibald Leach, escape with the preacher's daughter
Terror on the high seas, cutthroats who guzzle
Irregular dark, books, skull, snakes and puzzles
Raps overlap, clap tracks and gat wax
My gat hacks, tennis balls lacks diffuse fat
Bear trap pack and splat a guy's back, I'm anthrax
Violent 'Jack Sprat', witch hat from the pitch black
Smear you on the wall like tap and watch you gag
If you bust me back I'll burst into a flock of bats
Snap a six-pack, crash a sack and make my lap
Then clap you with the mack off the rack, you get jacked
Yack bags of zap, American muscle rap
Revamp pretty tramps, we pinball and hammer heads
Alcatraz flash, cold bear, crooked
'Fever Dream' took it, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde
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(Outro: Holocaust)
This pirate is called Warcloud, I think
He likes to drink, he likes to wink
He likes to drink and drink and drink
The thing he likes to drink is ink
The ink he likes to drink is pink
He likes to wink and drink pink ink
He busses his gun all day and night
From right to left, and left to right
Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, motherfuckers
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse
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