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Lyric Body	Intro: Holocaust] You find yourself devoured by woodland creatures Lighting matches under my hat, 'Ghost Pirates' Frosty mug of rum [Holocaust] Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics I bust slugs that love to figure skate through meat We had a merry war, turned M.C.'s to cabin boys I carved Wu-Tang in its hide, you heard the stabbing noise �Rawhead Rex�, snake eater from dungeon I web up dead bodies in a sewer, underground London �Passion in the Desert�, my guns will love backwards Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter My forearm is made out of rifles that bust faster And pop might murder the woman in the hereafter I laugh �cause I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet The blood sprayed into my face And ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel �Til the ghost of a little boy ran by at the end I squeeze the trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant All wet with blood, on Godly assignment Slap a whippersnapper, ya's better mount up and slither I smack you like a bear thrust a salmon out of a river [Chorus 2X: Holocaust] Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulous Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet [Skarekrow] My liquids drip through your storm drains, stained window sills Black feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfield Stuck like a quicksand on rich land While Apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my hand I break training wheels and kick stands Produced clones of myself with one hair strand Live in stereo, perform miracles at your burial One shot from my crossbow is enough to scare you sterile Mars applies, blanket your eyes in disguise While I'm on the low, tiptoeing through the shadows Setting the stage for my entrance When I hit the street, smoke leaving me like incense Intense events, shiny instruments Got you ducking my bucking, my introduction is deep moans and groans Screaming bone collector, soul resurrector Bloody horror show records, swoop down and take your man's hands like checkers You�re all left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow Fiery war chants giving oak branch elbows Stone bones staircase, my home and air base You misplaced, now which way do you go? Yo, I jump and bite your Adam's Apple The air hits thirty three below You trapped wit the Iceman made of hot snow Old clothes, innocent blood, throwing a cemetery club [Chorus 2X] [Holocaust] "Trees, whose fruits withereth, without fruit, that are twice dead" The sleepy old man, who tips his head He said "I have a bat in my belfry and a baseball in my bed" A skeleton, loading revolver in a snowstorm Vampire Wolf in the studio in my ghost form Feet in the mud, my slugs are like thugs That get all up in you at twilight, like street surgeons Gape into the future, we�ll black market your organs Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordan�s Block head niggas, my poem, you'll get a hold of that In the Redlands, red boulders, watch the ogres hatch The long shadow, �Hard Rain� in America Cantaloupes fall out of your back from cannon raps They leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire and nutty Warcloud, who bit open beats and got muddy Now I lounge on the track with the Skarekrow Give knuckle sandwich delicacies, and it's real as the hallway Gats sunk to me, let's murder some more web heads An old jagged fence where you hang your clothes to dry [Skarekrow] �In God We Bust�, blow clutch, put big green in unnamed trust Miscellaneous, my code name alias Word archery, armoury, perform track surgery Giving you brain strains and lower back pains When you talk, I cover your tongue like fat daddy shoestrings Blow your game in the grain with stainless styles Black Angus, stoned off by igneous, enemy lust Left them all in the dust, now must You keep playing your self, and claim you paying dues You the type of head, run out, and tell old news Wouldn't know The Delfonics if I left you clues Tangled and strangled in a game of Snafu I seen more life in a statue, uh And the truth hurts like body piercing and tattoo My mental strength is chemically natural, physically impossible To be recreated, upgraded and duplicated, formats fat and saturated You must have heard two millions shots when the 'Ghost Pirates' raided [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Holocaust] Immortal battalion with pirate ship and a ghost crew Explosives twisted in my beer
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