[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
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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
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