Holocaust - In the Hall of the Warrior King lyrics

[Intro: Warcloud] Yo, what's the deal champs? Mutherf**ers, this is Warcloud West Coast Wu-Tang k**a Beez, representin' for the underground For the main spade style is Architectonic, bionic It's like we done unfinished cathedrals Item # Productions, there's gonna be repercussions Smack n***as faces [Hook 4X: Warcloud] War, War, Warcloud [Verse 1: 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 Blobs' a great film, I threw my ticket stub in a waste basket 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, with Gidget 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 [Hook 4X] [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 gra**lands, smoked the Indo Pa**ed that house wit the woman always in the window I'm at the helm, you've now entered harsh realm Mixed-Forest 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 [Hook 4X] [Warcloud] The 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 muthaf**as wit bats who never speak In the misty street, Warcloud cave in your nose A k**a 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'll burst into a flock of bats Snap a six-pack, pa** 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 [Hook 4X] [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, muthaf**as Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse