Skarekrow - Ghost Pirates (Old Los Angeles) lyrics

[Produced by Skarekrow] [Intro: Warcloud] You find yourself devoured by woodland creatures Lighting matches under my hat, ghost pirates Frosty mug of rum [Verse 1: Warcloud] Old Los Angeles, h**n epidemics I bust slugs that love to figure skate through meat We had a merry war, turned MCs to cabin boys I carved Wu-Tang in its eye, you heard the stabbing noise Rawhead Rex, snake eater from dungeon A web of dead bodies in a sewer underground London Pa**ion in the desert, my guns are love backward 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 hereafter I laugh cause I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet The blood sprayed 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 Till the ghost of a little boy ran by at the end I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant All wet with blood on godly a**ignment Slap a whippersnapper, ya's better mount up and slither I smack you like a bear swats a salmon out of a river [Hook 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 [Verse 2: Skarekrow] My liquids drip through your storm drains, stained window sills Black feather birds gathered in the back of the cornfield Stuck like a quicksand on rich land While apostles try to translate the novels in the palm of my hand I break training wheels and kick stands Produced clones of myself with one hair strand Live in stereo, perform miracles at your burial One shot from from my crossbow is enough to scare you sterile Mars applies, blanket your a eyes in the skies While I'm on the low, tiptoeing through the shadows Setting the stage for my entrance When I hit the street, smoke leaving me like incense Intense events, shiny instruments, got you ducking my bucking My introduction is deep moans and groans Screaming bone collector, soul resurrector, bloody who*e show records Swoop down and take ya man's hands like checkered You all left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow Fiery war chants giving oak branch elbows Stone bones staircase, my home and air base You misplaced, now which way do you go? Yo, I jump and bite your Adam's apple The air hits thirty three below You trapped wit the iceman made of hot snow Old clothes, innocent blood, throwing a cemetery club [Hook 2X] [Verse 3: Warcloud] Trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, that are twice dead The sleepy old man who tips his head He said, "I have a bat in my belt for you and a baseball in my bed" A skeleton loading a revolver in a snowstorm Vampire wolf 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 surgeons Gape into the future with black markets of organs Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordans Block head n***as, my pawn, y'all get a hold of that In the red lands, red boulders, watch the ogre's hat The long shadow, hard rain in America Cantaloupes fall out of your back from cannon raps They leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire and nutty Warcloud, who bit open them beats and got muddy Now I lounge on the track with the Skarekrow Give 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 you hang your clothes to dry [Verse 4: 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 [Hook 2X] [Outro: Warcloud] Immortal battalion with pirate ship and a ghost crew Explosives twisted in my being