Angry Men from the Graveyard

Lyrics

[Intro: Vulgar] Stomping Tip Toe in the Underground Vulgar and Warcloud put it down [Verse 1: Vulgar] Mysterious souls lie beneath surfaces My mentals are dead men dispersing psychological curses That's merciless, penetrating your bone vest In other words they're capturin', you really think you can handle this? Or can you battle this? Vandalize your mental, you're a creepy fist in bandages Heard you're critical damages when the spider kicks It's an ill kick, a psychic couldn't fathom it Sever off a hardcore click, collabo with Skarekrow music You not lose it, you're useless Why don't you step on the track and give me your two cents I make big dents in your skeletal housey, with delivery poudy Like Ma$e piledriving at the gay rave party [Chorus: Warcloud & Skarekrow] Vulgar and Warcloud Stomping Tip Toe through the Underground Beats knock with Skarekrow sounds Because that destination Got your facing elimination in our town Vulgar and Warcloud Stomping Tip Toe through the Underground Beats knock with Skarekrow sounds Because that destination got your facing elimination in our town [Verse 2: Warcloud] Cherokee white rose mixed with black garlic I met a church woman named Charlotte who was a harlot She led the black Indian into a Spanish whore house I drank a few beers, it was late one Christmas Eve I carry a rotting Skeleton Lode inside my truck wagon Trouble ahead, my castle has grown from cinnamon stone My raps eat cannibal corpses so colonial The behaviour of certain systems is ceremonial Knock off tops, rare Galapagos, I'm doming homes Swordplay, broken bones, massacres shatters chromosomes Ultimate heavy cannon megaton blast Sharp metal molecules tatter and splatter you mathematical Stone bone nightmare crack like the San Andreas Kayos is also the discipline that studies chaos Heavy pin shoulders, Chinese fist boxing' Gun finger clamming, my Clan is obnoxious toxins Red cosmopolitan snake in the duel with one eye Angel and the bad man, razor vocals are coastal Crash choking, approach you Warcloud like John Wesley Hardin bombarded 48 men Gunned one man down for snoring too loud In an old whiskey town, yo Lord, word My heavy sword is full of devils in their hells Madly murdering on a black stallion valiant