Mojo-Oodoov: The Dead Man & His Stepson

Lyrics

[Vocal Sample] Warcloud, Unique, yeah Beat City, verbal warriors Observe, call the corridor warriors Yo yo Unmarked graves, bone havens, jaw breaker tycoon Choke sleeper Porsche from the land fields, my jam kills Rusty iron giant who razzmatazz the world Smash a champ soda, took his bike, left him his girl Candy her phalanges, we Smuggle Booze in the Graveyard Lush vine of roses, I pop shots ferocious And rewire your faulty brain circuitry as a courtesy If you cop the drop, emergency home surgery From the mandibles of a mеchanical cannibal A titanical, grammatical mosaic dismantled you And snapped three million bare skеletons, creatures rotting In the museum I put bodies upon bodies [Intro: Warcloud] Holocaust was hit by a meteorite He is now to be addressed as Warcloud [Hook 1: Warcloud] "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud [Verse 1: Warcloud/Skeleton Lode] The Red Sox traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees An ant swimming in orange juice, I'm loose Diabolical, the skeleton makes green Bio-freak out of cell 18 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 cigarette in the dirt after I curse Stagger through the streets the worse from the hearse Three revolvers, a strike down at the steel mill Soon comes today spread out because I will kill Paint the cupboard red, my thoughts from above the sky Follow the shadow of a butterfly while others die Grandfather song skipped to my loo The oil station man, sick like the flu Guns are his favourite, meet Skeleton Lode Wind in the trees, emcees corrode The diabolical Warcloud strikes again Once known as Holocaust who slaughtered men [Hook 2: Warcloud] "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Wacloud "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" [Verse 2: Warcloud/Skeleton Lode] There's Dead Man's laugh out on the breeze Tap at the window, swarm of Killa Beez Wait 'til the daylight, man dressed in brown Killed every emcee who spoke in town Tall people, short people, thin people, fat Danced with the monster wearing a hat Straight people, crooked people all fall down I stepped over them and littered the ground Old Warcloud, heavenly diabolical Catch me if you can facing a verbal obstacle Court is adjourned, shake hands with Mr. Thorn Murdered 'fore the Lindbergh baby was born Chaos in the ballroom, sprinkling apple seeds The hanged man's rope twirls in the night wind You standing by lightning, run in go and get your tight friend Your rhymes' like the constitution, written in water Warcloud slaughters, save the sons and daughters Break off your arm and stir my rap stew The ghost drums bang inside the haunted village You stuck like an Arctic bird in oil spillage A shoe in the rain, for veins I got change Strike so quickly that your brain has no time to register pain [Hook 2: Warcloud] "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud [Verse 3: Warcloud/Skeleton Lode] 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 bloodspill 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 storybook, my lingo Beat you like Ringo, in a tree, a jingle Rain just hasn't been seen, flowers thirst Emcees heads all burst, a rugged church Just down a lake, pictures in the windows Pistol, pistol, pistol in the dirt Money truck in the river, the Pisces Slashing like Nikes, sipping Korean icies Phantom in the typewriter, sack of wooden nickels Guns drawn on the culprit Pickles Colonel in the hightower shaving with a cleaver Dynamite sticks, a glitch in your receiver Moth in the closet, stand in the clearing field Leave emcees slumped, biting into the steering wheel [Hook 2: Warcloud] "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" - Warcloud [Hook 1] "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" - Warcloud