The Dead Man & His Stepson

Lyrics

[Intro: Warcloud] Holocaust was hit by a meteorite He is now to be addressed as Warcloud [Chorus 1: Warcloud/Skeleton Lode] "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" "Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" [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 ground 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 worst 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, Skip to My Lou 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 [Chorus 2: Holocaust sample & 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! "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 before 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 and go get your tight friend Your rhymes' like the Constitution written in water Warcloud slaughter, 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 [Chorus 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! "Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" [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 the tree of 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 [Chorus 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 [Chorus 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