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So lyrics

[Intro: Warcloud]
You find ya self devoured by woodland creatures
Lightin'
matches under my hat, ghost pirates
Frosty mug of
rum

[Warcloud]
Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics
I bust slugs,
they love to figure skate through me
We had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to
cannon boys
I carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noise
Raw
head breaks, snake eater of dungeon
A web of dead bodies in the sewer,
underground London
Passion in the desert, my guns'll love backwards
Just
around the royal staircase, he runs laughter
Just around the royal
staircase, he runs laughter
My forearm is made out of rifles that bust
factor
And pop might murder the woman in the here after
I laugh cuz I'm a
pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen
Then opened up the back of his head,
like a cabinet
The blood sprained into my face
And ran down my revolver
like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered
Caught within a second, he
wandered down the tunnel
Feel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the
end
I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant
All wet wit blood,
on Godly assignment
Slap a whipper snapper, ya's better mount up and
slither
I smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a
river

[Chorus 2X: Warcloud]
Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up
the staircase
Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulous
Rhyme
biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen
Then opened up the back of his
head, like a cabinet

[Skarekrow]
My liquids drip through ya storm
drains, stained window sills
Black feathered birds gathered in the back of
the cornfield
Stuck like a quicksand on rich land
While apostle tried to
translate the novels in the palm of my hand
I break training wheels and kick
stands
Produced clones of myself in one hair strand
Live in stereo,
perform miracles at ya burial
One shot from a crust roll is enough to scare
ya sterile
Mars apply, blank at ya eyes in the skies
While I'm on the
low, tip towin' through the shadows
Settin' the stage for my
entrance
When I hit the street, smoke leavin' me like incense
Intense
events, shiny instruments
Got you duckin' my buckin', my introduction is
deep moans and groans
Screamin' bone collector, soul resurrector
Bloody
whore show records, swoop down and take ya man's hands like checkers
Ya all
left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow
Fiery war chants givin' oak branch
elbows
Stone bones staircase, my home and air base
You misplaced, now
which way do you go?
Yo, I jump and bite ya Adam's apple
The air hits
thirty three below
You trapped wit the iceman made of hot snow
Old
clothes, innocent blood, throw in a cemetery club

[Chorus
2X]

[Warcloud]
Trees, whose fruits wither it, without fruit, that
art's twice dead
The sleepy old man, who dips his head
He said "I
have a bat in my belt for ya and a baseball in my bed"
A skeleton,
loadin' revolver in a snowstorm
Vampire walk in the studio in my ghost
form
Feet in the mud, my slugs are like thugs
That get all up in you at
twilight, like street serpents
Gape into the future, wit black markets, ya
organs
Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordans
Block head
niggas, my pawn, ya'll get a hold of that
In the red rams, red boulders,
watch the ogre's hat
The long shadow, hard rain in America
Cantaloupes
fall out of ya back from cannon raps
You leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire
and nutty
Warcloud, who bit off them bees and got muddy
Now I lounge on
the track wit the Skarekrow
Get knuckle sandwich delicacy, and it's real, as
the hallway
Gats sunk to me, let's murder some more web heads
An old
jagged fence where ya hang ya clothes to dry

[Skarekrow]
Thank God,
we bust, blow clutch, put big green in unnamed trust
Miscellaneous, my code
name alias
Word archery, armory, perform tracks surgery
Givin' you brain
strains and lower back pains
When you talk, I cover ya tongue like fat daddy
shoe strings
Blow ya game in the grain wit stainless styles
Black Angus,
stoned off by igneous, enemy lust
Left them all in the dust, now must
You
keep playin' ya self, and claim you payin' dues
You the type, go head, rush
out, and tell old news
Wouldn't know the delphonics if I left you
clues
Tangled and strangled in the game of 'snap fool'
I seen more life
in a statue, uh
And the truth hurts like body piercings and tattoo
My
mental strength is chemically natural, physically impossible
To be
recreated, upgraded and duplicated, formats fat and saturated
You must have
heard too many shots when the ghost pirates raided

[Chorus
2X]

[Outro: Warcloud]
Immortal battalion wit pirates ship and a ghost
crew
Explosives twisted in my being