Warcloud - In The Hall Of The Warrior King lyrics

In The Hall of the Warrior King (Intro: Holocaust) Yo, what's the deal champs? Motherf**ers, this is Warcloud West Coast Wu-Tang k**a Beez, representing for the underground For the mainstream, my style is architectonic And bionic, it's like unfinished cathedrals Item # productions, there's gonna be repercussions Break n***as faces (Chorus 4X: Holocaust) War, War, Warcloud (Holocaust) Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes Stained wooden floorboards, sleeping on the ceiling I murder warlords 'Fever Dream', sling fiend, gun, lead blow The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat up a toe And crushed your dirty smiles while I was eating tiles And farted out twenty beach balls, bounced down the aisle 'The Blob' is a great film, threw my ticket stub in the wastebasket Pop a cucci, spasm in chicks, so they can taste magic Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneeling Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling You move like snails, arsenic and old lace 'House of Frankenstein', slow hand lays down the cold eggs Miracle on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost Left big cats lost, while playing with Adam's rib Still ride a Harley through 'Cop Land' with Digit I howl and shatter the moon, send you a postcard 'Chicka Chicka Boom Boom', now they call you Broken Face Heard your ribcage healed up and I hope it breaks Open kegs, glanced two times, while others glares A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs (Chorus 4X) (Holocaust) You'll find stepping stones along the way, through the stream Run silent, run deep, you're now surrounded by misfits '12 Angry Men' like 'Angels with Dirty Faces' Armed to the tooth, 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 with the woman always in the window I'm at the helm, you've now entered 'Harsh Realm' 'Mixed Forest Zone', several poisonous herbs There 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 with twisted beard He fell through a hole in the ice and disappeared I ride a bicycle and bite an apple 'Alamo Bay', the bloody old man from L.A. (Chorus 4X) (Holocaust) Thee bringer of war, white feathers with red tips Gun powder keg, 'Cold American Beach' Vocal antiques, 'In the Hall of the Mountain King' 'Hansel and Gretel' threw rats down from the balcony I horseradish your brain, razor alchemy leaps Eight hundred motherf**ers with bats who never speak In the misty street, Warcloud cave in your nose A k**er bee sat on the rose, unfold the scrolls like Five zombie soldiers playing cards at an outpost Laughing at midnight, weapons against the wall Tall red, white and blue werewolf, palace in India Jewel like the sky, last year on Fourth of July Sleepwalker talk, that's one eye under water Archibald Leach, escape with the preacher's daughter Terror on the high seas, cutthroats who guzzle Irregular dark, books, skull, snakes and puzzles Raps overlap, clap tracks and gat wax My gat hacks, tennis balls lacks diffuse fat Bear trap pack and splat a guy's back, I'm anthrax Violent 'Jack Sprat', witch hat from the pitch black Smear you on the wall like tap and watch you gag If you bust me back I'll burst into a flock of bats Snap a six-pack, crash a sack and make my lap Then clap you with the mack off the rack, you get jacked Yack bags of zap, American muscle rap Revamp pretty tramps, we pinball and hammer heads Alcatraz flash, cold bear, crooked 'Fever Dream' took it, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde (Chorus 4X) (Outro: Holocaust) 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 busses his gun all day and night From right to left, and left to right Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, motherf**ers Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse