Mad Axes

Warcloud

Composición de: Warcloud
[Intro: Warcloud] 
Mad axes... 
Silver ants and golden beetles, crawlin' throughout my paragraphs 
Chief Warcloud, to peel a lemon and share a drag 
Wu-Tang Clan, West Coast, so carry torch 
Throwin' mad axes, bad apples at dead whores 
Throwin' mad axes, bad apples at dead whores 

[Chorus x2: Warcloud] 
Throwin' mad axes, heavy sawed-off shotty 
Old liquid foot, powder foot, chopped up the body 
Great Warcloud, who cracked you mighty hard 
I watch the children chasin' chickens off in the yard 

[Warcloud:] 
I crash through the door and motor head through the window 
Wit a heavy pistol, Warcloud the Champion 
Victory born freedom, the universe can't defeat him 
Crash you wit the sea grams, ooh-yah 
Chop ya head in half wit the heavy old sword from Old Asia 
Sick man amaze ya, dark castle fantasia 
Shot you in the early life, throw your arms in the garbage bin 
Records will retard the spin, lay my gats on wax 
Slit your belly open and stash a hammer in the back 
Warcloud don't play Sleepy Horse, clack clack 
Slumped on a horse wit a creepy torch and black gats 
If one cannot speak wisdom, about his or her culture 
Therefore, they cannot deal equality 
Barbaric policies, slaughter you in the odyssey 
Crack you like a Polly seed, make your organs come out of thee 
Shot 'em barefoot in the dark, you was a tyrant 
Fiasco pop violent, I smoke jump like a giant 
And escape the deep end, my deadly maze of clues 
We smoke muthafuckas like Army and Navy news 
A hall full of dinosaurs heads, hear the best tune 
You were mangled by a mad man inside a wet room 
Cut you at the knee wit the shotgun, it's hurtful 
You slight blind fish that swim in lazy circles 
Gun 'em so swiftly, fired my Smith & Wesson 
He tried to escape, but stepped on his own intestine 
Throw you in the shredder for pleasure and live to tell 
Old war ghost, they cannonball in they well 

[Chorus x2] 

[Warcloud:] 
Sunburst, shotgun, drop son, and scotch run 
Down and dirty staircase, clatter like when the cops come 
Warcloud, you punk crews, never started 
It's like someone took human skins and filled them wit garbage 
You'll find your ass back in the dumpster from heavy gats 
Baptism of blood, I leave you wit flies and gnats 
I stalk wit a sawed-off shotgun and an axe 
All wrapped in bandages, coat was long and black 
Spark it in the darkness, we rich men and hunchback 
Shovel through the portal wit cyber gats for askin' 
School of assassins, stashin' your body fragments 
Just behind eight big crates we drunk laughin' 
Heavy swords, axes and hammers are my brigade 
I cut you men down wit the gauge and flip the page 
Stumble off the ripple, cuz everyday is New Year's 
Sick like the green coyote, I drink a few beers 
Lift that brick, grab that gat, painting's in a stack 
I bump you and slump you on every track 
It's that Warcloud rap, we desperate desperados 
Machine junky crunchy wit shots to pop the lotto 
Swiggin' dusty bottles, the strongest you sing the longest 
Throw you in the hells of hells from markin' zombies 
Rap creature land, beware mechanical animals 
Warcloud stretchin' in daisies, wit revolvers 
Drunk like thieves, take it just like the breeze 
Now look at all the clowns there, sleeping up in the trees 

[Chorus x2] 

[Warcloud:] 
It's way past your curfew, I came here to unearth you 
Heavy old sword from Jerusalem, splatter juice from them 
Red bangle, that's murder stupid men, peep my future pen 
Here from the roof, the grim records, poet salute the spin 
Cave where I knew you when troops were been, I shoot the lead 
And let loose the hand, right close to where the foods were in 
Fry ya brain, roots and grits, who'll spin, the scoops of men 
Pick a soot suit and then strangle, mangle and slaughter you 
Storm dream marauder who meat markets you artists 
A large scholastic lesson from butcher college 
Tear your gut open, out gasses, liquids and solids 
The'll be astonished, how I left the whole place polished 
Carry mad knowledge, for those who wrestle wit concepts 
Warcloud, outsiders, wanderers and conquerors 
Warriors, angry men, war mongers, barbarians 
Holy men, crusaders, face huggers and space truckers 
Brake fuckers backs, your spines were made of Lego 
I laugh like a merchant who teeth were made of Play-Do 
Champs and your brought out, I snatched the bitch by them jaw out 
Hacksaw your leg, it's evening at the raw house 
Warcloud, don't play monologue, pleasure ships 
Slumped on a horse wit a tomahawk, and desert mints 
Gallop through snowflakes, tent him and catch a rope face 
Razor blade tropical snowstorm, that slopes waste 
Tatter rappers to form, holy lyrics you torn 
Fly like a diamond wing unicorn, beyond the norm' 

[Chorus x2] 

[Outro: Warcloud] 
Wu-Tang Clan, West Coast, Killa Beez 
Mad axes, mad axes, mad axes 
[sample:] "What do you call yourself, politically and how do you define it?"
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