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Dead Man And His Step Son Lyrics

Artist: Warcloud
Album: Smugglin' Booze In The Graveyard

[Intro: Warcloud]
Holocaust was hit by a meteorite
He is now to be addressed as Warcloud

[Chorus 1: Warcloud]
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name" -> Warcloud
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name" -> Warcloud

[Warcloud]
The Red Sox traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees
An ant swimmin' in orange juice, I'm loose
Diabolical, the skeleton makes green
bio-freak out of cell eighteen escape clean
An old jagged fence where you hang your clothes to dry
Shake the apple tree where the burial grounds fly
Never unclever, smoke goes up the chimney
Keep a clenched fist for funny niggas that envy
Flick my ciggarette in the dirt after I curse
Stagger through the street's the worse from the hurse
Three weed ballers are striked down at the steel mill
Soon comes today spreadout because I will kill
Paint the covers red my thorns from above the sky
Follow the shadow of a butterfly while others die
Grandfather's throng skipped to my loo
The all station man, sick like the flu
Guns are his favourite, meet Skeleton Lole
Wind in the trees, MC's carrode
The diabolical Warcloud strikes again
Once known as Holocaust who slaughtered men

[Chorus 2: Warcloud]
"Chump-chump-ass niggaz eyein me temp me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Chump-chump-ass niggaz eyein me temp me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Chump-chump-ass niggaz eyein me temp me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" -> Warcloud

[Warcloud]
There's Dead Man's lab out on the breeze
Cat at the window, swarm of Killa Beez
Wait 'til the daylight, man dressed in brown
Killed every MC who spoke in pound
Tall people, short poeple, thin people, fat
Danced with The Monster wearing a hat
Straight people, crooked people all fall down
I stepped over them and litted the ground
Old Warcloud, heavenly diabolical
Catch me if you can facin' a verbal obsticle
Court is adjourned, shake hands with Mr. Thorn
Murdered for the lin birth, baby was born
Kiosq in the bar room sprinkling apple seeds
The hanged man's rope twirls in the night
When you standin' by lightnin' money gonna get you tight when
your rhymes like the constitution, mitten and quartered
Warcloud's floundered, saved the sons and daughters
Break off your arm and stair my rap stew
The ghost's drums bang inside the haunted village
You stuck like an Arctic bird in oil spillage
A shoe in the rain, pervains I got change
Strike so quickly that your brain has no time to register Pain

Chorus 2

[Warcloud]
Maniacal intentions, strike a lonely match
Your rhyme's like chicken scratch, the plot hatch
Silence in the gardens, silence on the hill
Shadows creep across land in blood spill
Skill from the darkest regions of the earth
and I hold that saying best
The world is full of drowsy things and Dead Men playing chess
Up goes my umbrella then I leap
Warcloud smokes his pipe, sips his tea
Alcatraz grimy story book, my lingo
Beat you like Ringo in a tree of jingle
Rain just hasn't been seen, flowers scarce
MCs heads on first, a rugged church
Just down a lake, pictures in the windows
Pistol, pistol, pistol in the dirt
Money's drunk in the river, the pisces
Slashin' like Nikes, sippin' carie and icies
Phantom in the typerwriter, sack of wooden nickles
Guns drawn on the culprit, pickels
Colonel in the high tower shaving with a clever
Dynamite stick, a glitch in your reciever
Moth in the closet, stand in the clearing field
Leave MCs slump, biting into the stearing wheel

Chorus 2

Chorus 1

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