Mojo-Oodoov: The Dead Man ; His Stepson

Warcloud

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Holocaust was hit by a meteorite
He is now to be addressed as Warcloud

Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name: Warcloud

Warcloud
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name: Warcloud
Warcloud
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name: Warcloud
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name: Warcloud

The Red Sox traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees
An ant swimmin' in orange juice, I'm loose
Diabolical, the skeleton makes green
Bio-freak out of Cell Eighteen, 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 street's the worse from the hearse
Three weed ballers are striked down at the steel mill
Soon comes today, spread out because I will kill
Paint the covers red, my thorns from above the sky
Follow the shadow of a butterfly while others die
Grandfather's throng skipped to my loo
The all-station man, sick like the flu
Guns are his favorite, meet Skeleton Lole
Wind in the trees, MC's corrode
The diabolical Warcloud strikes again
Once known as Holocaust, who slaughtered men

Chump-chump-ass niggas eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty: Warcloud

Warcloud
Chump-chump-ass niggas eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty: Warcloud
Warcloud
Chump-chump-ass niggas eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty: Warcloud

There's dead man's lab out on the breeze
Cat at the window, swarm of killer bees
Wait till the daylight, man dressed in brown
Killed every MC who spoke in pound
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 litted the ground
Old Warcloud, heavenly diabolical
Catch me if you can, facin' a verbal obstacle
Court is adjourned, shake hands with Mr. Thorn
Murdered for the lin' birth, baby was born
Kiosk in the bar room, sprinkling apple seeds
The hanged man's rope twirls in the night
When you standin' by lightnin', money gonna get you tight when
Your rhymes like the Constitution, mitten and quartered
Warcloud's floundered, saved the sons and daughters
Break off your arm and stare my rap stew
The ghost's drums bang inside the haunted village
You stuck like an arctic bird in oil spillage
A shoe in the rain, pertains, I got change
Strike so quickly that your brain has no time to register pain

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 blood spill
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 of jingle
Rain just hasn't been seen, flowers scarce
MCs' heads on first, a rugged church
Just down a lake, pictures in the windows
Pistol, pistol, pistol in the dirt
Money's drunk in the river, the Pisces
Slashin' like Nikes, sippin' Carrie and Icies
Phantom in the typewriter, sack of wooden nickels
Guns drawn on the culprit, pickles
Colonel in the high tower, shaving with a cleaver
Dynamite stick, a glitch in your receiver
Moth in the closet, stand in the clearing field
Leave MCs slumped, biting into the steering wheel