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[Intro: Warcloud]
Attention all crew members
Extra helpings of Ice Cream for the whole crew
Because I'm a pirate (pirate)
[Unique]
Yo yo my thought flow like a Naval ship
So stick to your manuscript
Get shot, what you got, acid couldn't handle it
Not once but three times, to understand mine
Detonate like a land mine to blow your franchise
Verbal optimistic, drop jewels like the diamond district
You bag packer get your spinal twisted
Your shit ain't hot cuz this is as hot as it gets
You're havin' your wack burned your disc
Your're lifted off your feet with the Iron Fist
[Hook: Unique]
Aiyo, crash through, quick to smash, get your mask on the glass
Stash for a cop like Duke Nukem on your ass
I'm laid back, chillin' on fillet, fantastic equality
refined to build born in the sky we blasted
[Chorus: Warcloud]
An alcoholic liquor distilled from wine or fruit
Heavy sterling gat, sour whiskey with bits of fruit
We bust crazy shots, X the un-talk with piss
Your bitch caught a disease that's caused by handling fish
[Warcloud]
Equisit breath taking war axe, linning birds into trees
Your ghost like the river, some colour with tees
Like a tropical seed, Panoramic mechanic planet
Shiny witchcraft, it split at half ass puntured channel
Greatest war mechanic, glamorous, navigation of zombies
Captivated zombies flew off like clay pigeons
Pearls stud by to still water from Horror Harbour
Gun water spout is super patriot century
Brains un-gathered the carriers of violent death
Brains un-gathered the carriers of violent death
Intellect crept breath like sensible and turquoise
Challenge every Macy, laugh at mine half of the time
Guards playin' cards in the garage
Brazilian darts got Christmas fucked
Bitches slug with the blood niggas then rip monks
Angry noble pirates, vampires parrots with glamose
Gun a great axe like samose until I vamose
You know you no champ like it was to him his life
Forest gun toated him, it was always slugs for both of them
Puffy blow bush, lucky shoes from Casablanca
I rip and shred a path of blood and wash your organs
Like right there, through endless crowds of screaming nightmares
And night flares, Tokyo drift at the death statue
Laughin' as a passed you and smacked you, mismatched and blast you
Laughin' as a passed you and smacked you, mismatched and blast you
Polly state ball is best to warn the sense of me
Persuing with a feverous, ritualistic villianry
[Unique]
My accurate tones throw like a javelin
We build with wise men, never build with no savage
Miss cypher divine, pledge remarkably extravagent
Crip microphone spit accurate
Ressurect mental dead
Lazarus beyond the physical
Kill a rap henchman, walk like an Egyptian
Kill a rap henchman, walk like an Egyptian
Yo Yo Yo (yo yo yo yo yo)
Chorus
Hook
[Warcloud]
360, we used to use peel bottle caps to play checkers
Cold blooded Miller, lyrical bone chiller
Letters from a killer, slidin' the heavy trunk out
While bitches give me bubbly blow jobs in the bunk house
I got a made name, Old Ghettolicious the Elvis
I crept off school, lick shots into your pelvis
Snuff you like designer fragrance ancient as cavemen
Black bone haven, grey bones pettles on gravestone
Spiral over here as soda fear in popcorn
Look down my GG, in streets they call me knock off
Chop your block off, you shot me and got the hot sauce
Couldn't get the best of me, cajun Indian recipe
Smoke Newports, you allsorts of madness
Deep like grafiti in Down Town Los Angeles
Hazardous, miraculous, chapters were ready
You got one fathom point, it's straight down in the back of the head
School room, shadow hall, disco globe, the blood ball
Gun flamed bandit, we oil painting the canvas
We oil painting the canvas
Chorus x2
[Outro: Warcloud]
Motherfuckers, Los Angeles fabulous
Collaboration
Crash rocks, wax works
Melicious centre
Make it cold as the winter in December
Seven years, the different years
Yo yo yo, it's like tropical birds and reading the morning's paper
Butterflys and tropical birds and reading the morning's paper
Laid the caper (microphones)
Bathling house of horror
Freestyle flows explore the corridor
Bash your head in with a lead pipe in the midnight of the twilight
Which wouldn't handstand kick motherfucker
Ha, you gonna fuck on us, it's too tropical
Like lullabyes, like lullabyes
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