In the Hall of the Warrior King

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, what's the deal, champs? Motherfuckers, this is Warcloud West Coast Wu-Tang Killa 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 Smack nigga's faces [Chorus] War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud [Verse 1] Ayo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes Stained wooden floorboards, sleeping on a ceiling I murder warlords Fever Dream spleen 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 20 beach balls, bounced down the aisle The Blob's a great film, threw my ticket stub in the waste basket Pop a cuchi, spasming chicks, so they can taste magic Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin' 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 a cold ace Miracle on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost Left big cats paws while playing with Adam's rib Steal, ride a Harley through Cop Land with Gidget I howl and shatter the Moon, send you a postcard Chicky-Chicky Boom Boom, now they call you broken face Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks Open case, glance two times, while others glares A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs [Chorus] War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud [Verse 2: Warcloud] You'll find stepping stones along the way, through the streams Run Silent, Run Deep, you're now surrounded by misfits 12 Angry Men like Angels with Dirty Faces Armed to the truth, you couldn't move many paces Blood hits snow and heart then scoop it up in handfuls Then I walked the green grasslands, smoked the indo Passed 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] War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud [Verse 3: Warcloud] The Bringer of War, white feathers with red tips Gun Powder Keg, Cold American Beach Vocal antiques In the Hall of the Mountain King Hansel & Gretel threw rats down from the balcony I horseradish you're brain, razor alchemy leaps 800 motherfuckers with bats who never speak In the misty street, Warcloud cave in your nose A Killa Bee sat on a rose, unfolding 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 like during 4th of July Sleepwalker talk, that's one eye underwater Archibald Leach escape with the preacher's daughter Terror on the High Seas, cutthroats who guzzle Irregular dart book, skull, snakes and puzzles Raps overlap, clap tracks and gap wax My gat hatch, tennis ball lack the view's fact 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 tag and watch you gag If you bust me back I'll burst through a flock of bats Snap a six-pack, crash a shack and make my lap Then clap you with the mack off the rack, you get jacked Yak bags of zap, American muscle rap We vamp pretty tramps, we pinball then Hammerhead Alcatraz splash cold beer, crooked Fever dream tooken Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde [Chorus] War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud War....War.....Warcloud [Outro: Warcloud] 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 bosses his gun all day and night From right to left and left to right Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, motherfuckers Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me sleepy horse Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me sleepy horse