In The Hall Of The Warrior King

Warcloud

Composed by: Warcloud
[Intro: Warcloud] 
Yo, what's the deal champs? 
Muthafuckas, this is Warcloud 
West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez, representin' for the underground 
For the main spade style is architect tile 
Bionic, it's like we done unfinished cathedrals 
Item number productions, it's gon' be repercussions 
Smack niggas faces 

[Chorus x4: Warcloud] 
War, War, Warcloud 

[Warcloud:] 
Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes 
Stained wooden floorboards, sleepin' on the ceiling I murder warlords 
Fever dreams, sling bean, gun, lead blow 
The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat at patrol 
And crushed ya dirty smiles while I was eatin' tiles 
And farted out twenty beach balls, bounced down the aisle 
The vibes of great film, though my cane is stuffed in the wastebasket 
Pop a cucci, sizin' them tits, so they can taste magic 
Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin' 
Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling 
You move like snails, arsenic and old lakes 
House of Frankenstein, slow hand lays down the cold ace 
Murder you on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost 
Left bit, cast on, while playin' wit Adam's rib 
Still ride a Harley through cop-land, wit Digit 
I howl, and shatter the moon, send you a postcard 
Chicky-chicky, boom-boom, now they call you broken face 
Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks 
Open case, glance two times, while others glare 
A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs 

[Chorus x4] 

[Warcloud:] 
You'll find stepping stones along the way, through the streams 
Run silent, run deep, you're now surrounded by misfits 
Twelve angry men like angels wit dirty faces 
Armed to the truth, 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 wit the woman always in the window 
I'm at the helm, you've now entered harsh realm 
Big spore zone, severous poisonous herbs 
They're 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 wit twisted beard 
He fell through a hole in the ice and disappeared 
I ride a bicycle, and bite an apple 
Alamo Bay, bloody old man from L.A. 

[Chorus x4] 

[Warcloud:] 
Heat bringer of war, white feathers wit red tips 
Gun powder keg, called American Beach 
Vocal antiques, in the hall of the mountain king 
Hansel & Gretel, threw rats down from the balcony 
I horseradish you're brain, raise your Alchemy Elite's 
Eight hundred muthafuckas wit bats who never speak 
In the misty street, Warcloud came in your nose 
A killa bee sat on the rose, unfold the scrolls like 
Five zombie soldiers playin' cards at an outpost 
Laughin' at midnight, weapons against the wall 
Tall red, white, blue werewolf, palace in India 
Jewel like the sky laugh at Fourth of July 
Sleepwalker talk, that's one eye under water 
Archibald Leach, escape wit the preacher's daughter 
Terror on the high seas, gun brought you guzzle 
Get regular dart books, skull snakes and puzzles 
Raps overlap, clap tracks and gap wax 
Like gat hacks, tennis balls lacks to use fat 
Bear trap pack and splat a guy's back, I'm anthrax 
Violent Jack's rap will tap from the pitch black 
And smear you on the wall like taff and watch you gasp 
If you bust me back I murder you wit a flock of bats 
Snap a six-pack, pass the tack and make mine laugh 
And clap you wit the mack off the rack, you get jacked 
Yack bags of that, America muscle rap 
We ran for the grams, sweet pinball and hammerheads 
Alcatraz flash, cold bear, crooked 
Fever dreams tooken, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde 

[Chorus x4] 

[Outro: Warcloud] 
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 bosses his gong, all day and night 
From right to left, and left to right 
Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, muthafuckas 
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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