The Trap Door

Holocaust

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    Little bitch ass niggas, don't want to see the bracelet
    Ice parlour raps
    Geologic time, Comedy of Errors
    Arguments over of a poor resort, medallions
    Gun solid as a guard at fucking Buckingham Palace
    In the graveyard
    Water, symmetry, balance and harmony

    [Chorus x2: singer]
    Deep in the graveyard, the poppies blow
    All the crosses, row and row
    They are the dead short days ago
    They live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow

    [Holocaust]
    Don't crowd me, like olive, silk and cotton, tobacco, cake and wine
    My gats will break your spine, Casanova/Frankenstein type rhyme
    Of central nature, flier raps then box kites
    Entire raps that rock mics
    Like a blue stoplight,Buffalo Soldier vulture
    Smack a wine opener then approach a prospector mulcher
    Rage sugar snap peas, gun pop cans with ease
    Tin can telephones exploring the razor war zone
    From cryptic corridor thrones, beat your shovels or swords
    Beat your swords into shovels
    I chuckle with a couple of foolish kids
    Region of a body of water that is not reached by sunlight
    Music escapada with one mic
    Radios and Knick-Knacks, nostra Roby
    Like a love story, quite likely erodes inside me
    Saint John wrote the Book of Revelation in the Islands
    Little kids smiling, climb off from Taiwan
    He snatched a mother, guard his purse like heroes
    Stone gat, the Hospitallers making Clearose, you
    Your so ferocious, dope-ish lyrics like Warcloud, fuck look
    Gut your brain relish with a duck hook
    Go in there, construct book, 9 milli's, Perilly
    That's how the wind write, next right, Mexican windpipe
    Tilt my hat brim like, blow you off
    Sterling gat, vital collateral force
    Stone cross, broke your fucking corpse
    Chump ass boys, you better learn how to handle mics
    Miniskirt model spasm my cocker spaniel twice
    Too many guns, too many guns
    This is the face breaker caper

    Chorus

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    [Juleunique]
    Yo, I move like Maximus, across Roman land
    With plans of revenge to avenge his dead fam'
    The war warrior, moving in galactic like solar works
    I blast off nuclear missiles 'til my shoulder hurts
    Flaming bow and arrow, pierce you then it sparks you
    For those that spit flame, I fight fire with fire
    Wild like Brownsville, cocktail to blow your cartel
    Pierce you with a dart, it's sharp so it'll spark well
    My head swell from infinite thoughts that I develop
    Geppetto/Stromboli stash jewels 'cause Cash Rules
    Read books like Matthew's, shatter like glass statues
    Get hit with ballistic missiles after you're gunning
    Chopped the head of your men and the horse was still running
    Chopped the head of your man and the horse was still running
    In the graveyard

    Chorus x2

    [Holocaust]
    Additional reporting the city of a million voices
    The echoes died in the vast bloody expanse
    I'll lead the Great Chiefs to many harvests of victories
    Throughout generations dark apocalypse to your populous
    Grab your binoculars, axes hit you like oxygen
    Seven digit locks and them Chiefs straight from the boxing gym
    Leaving missing chunks from heads, of course though
    Heavy hatchet capable of piercing a human torso
    Rearrangement, your God sheltered the injured
    Candy in them bitches like whirl the fuck, the pearl is stuck
    Fish roses, native with suit intelligence
    Dark brain water, outstanding, scattered, irrelevant
    New modern development, black gold and red roses
    Weasel bats, squeeze all gats at you evil cats
    Triple nocturnal, old and crooked Scrooge's
    It will be a mistake however to gun fight with losers
    Grasp at the shadow of losers, substance be hype
    But curious child is a teacher's delight
    Ignite like knife fights in the nightlight
    I'm twice nice now fight slugs
    The dark cliffs and branches of the trees were drenched in blood
    Moonflower love, like vampire bat mythology
    And five volume chronicles so abominable
    And the wolves turned away fearfully
    And all the dead ladies in the lake cheered for me
    Known as Warcloud, platoon will bring doom
    That will appear in the circle around the Dark Side of the Moon

    [Juleunique]
    Thought flow like a nautical, cold like Antarctica
    Hot like Veronica, smooth like a harmonica
    Step in and I'll conquer your, boy you can't come to this
    I draw a line and dare your to step in my circumference
    Gradually you suffer a MechWarrior's casualty
    Tragedy, Geppetto Stromboli roaming the galaxy
    From all degrees I blow your set, fatal blow to your solar plexus
    Wrecked you in a quarter sec' or 2k like an army vet'

    Chorus x2

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