WARCLOUD - Mad Axes lyrics

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[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?"