Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz, and Gunz

Lyrics

[Intro: Architect] Black Knights West Coast, Kill or Be Killed Black Knights, Black Knights You hear from the distance [Verse 1: Architect] My brain sprouts branches blossoming tragic thoughts Takes bully lyrics lunch money, pistols or microphone Welcome to L.A., battle the unexplained Scarecrows and apples, meet Mr. Constrictus Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups Give 'em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit Make soup, blueberry while dining with classic monsters Better check my sponsor, chop before you can answer Brothers in the Contra, bullet holes in the stop sign Gods in the neighborhood, pistol in the sunset Lyrics that bench press dump trucks with one thrust Faster than sound, light or speed that your gun busts Among us, West Coast wreck hopes, infect dope Whining 'cause your last Holocaust cassette broke The hunchback tic-tac heads come to get you 943 missiles made of crystal Light a match to those, the crowd put all their lighters up Stomp through the graveyard in the rain, the Architect Bricks in the mud, the cold weather is scorching The boxcar children and orphans, wrote a portrait Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice Slimy like a catfish, dollars in the mattress A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee Grand-high count, feed macadamias to parakeets French lemonade, skeletons on the highway Club gets rowdy, I'll box my way out Poor Righteous Teacher, devils better fear us Or my pistol splatter your brains across the mirrors [Chorus: Architect] Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz and Gunz [Verse 2: Architect] Gut him like a fish, the man who bled marbles Bloody Mr. Fixit, Holocaust and guns Stumbled through the doorway wearing my evening chains Real as the hallway, red and blue Crayolas Now leaving stains, Architect from Cali Rumble through the mist covered valleys, dirty alleys Crumbs in your suitcase, ice fishing with pelicans Big old cackling skeleton, you're irrelevant Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen Strange man's pockets, cigarettes and candy Walk with a limp, chance of a lifetime Bandits want cyborg, crank, tic-tac Blow holes through MCs, size of bowling balls Briefcase man chant, my flavor's building Set a fishbowl full of jelly beans out for the neighbor's children Two-fisted brawler, good times in the sunlight Tracked him one night, you call and cause a gunfight Holo-Holocaust is sleepy, holding microphones Four dead men in the alley, the butcher Shirts with the blossoms, West Coast, the gentlemen Holding a pistol, smoke blunts for hours To understand the language of flowers Gritty mugshot, Mr. Arms-and-Legs drool bullets Bedtime, time to turn in, but into what? A well set table, 3rd Rock from the Sun Dead men hung, Cadillacs and dinosaurs Hot peanuts and fireworks, a Holocaust [Chorus] Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz and Gunz, Girlz and Gunz Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz and Gunz, Girlz and Gunz Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz and Gunz, Girlz and Gunz Girlz and Gunz, Girlz and Gunz