[Intro: Warcloud]. Yo what's the deal champs?. Muthafuckas this is Warcloud. West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez representin' for the underground. For the main spade style is architect tile. Bionic it's like we done unfinished cathedrals. Item number productions it's gon' be repercussions. Smack niggas faces. [Chorus x4: Warcloud]. War War Warcloud. [Warcloud:]. Aiyo you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes. Stained wooden floorboards sleepin' on the ceiling I murder warlords. Fever dreams sling bean gun lead blow. The jury let me walk I laughed and spat at patrol. And crushed ya dirty smiles while I was eatin' tiles. And farted out twenty beach balls bounced down the aisle. The vibes of great film though my cane is stuffed in the wastebasket. Pop a cucci sizin' them tits so they can taste magic. Casket face miraculous murder you while I'm kneelin'. Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling. You move like snails arsenic and old lakes. House of Frankenstein slow hand lays down the cold ace. Murder you on 7th Street merciless Jack Frost. Left bit cast on while playin' wit Adam's rib. Still ride a Harley through cop-land wit Digit. I howl and shatter the moon send you a postcard. Chicky-chicky boom-boom now they call you broken face. Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks. Open case glance two times while others glare. A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs. [Chorus x4]. [Warcloud:]. You'll find stepping stones along the way through the streams. Run silent run deep you're now surrounded by misfits. Twelve angry men like angels wit dirty faces. Armed to the truth you couldn't move many paces. Blood hits snow and hearts scoop it up in handfuls. Then I walked the green grasslands smoked the Indo. Passed that house wit the woman always in the window. I'm at the helm you've now entered harsh realm. Big spore zone severous poisonous herbs. They're are water spiders that eat lizards and birds. While bloody red icicles hang from every word. Ears full of nails you stagger off of the curb. And fall in the street avocados and fortune cookies. Ginger snaps and finger-paint ammunition for hand guns. Go away and stay there man wit twisted beard. He fell through a hole in the ice and disappeared. I ride a bicycle and bite an apple. Alamo Bay bloody old man from L.A.. [Chorus x4]. [Warcloud:]. Heat bringer of war white feathers wit red tips. Gun powder keg called American Beach. Vocal antiques in the hall of the mountain king. Hansel & Gretel threw rats down from the balcony. I horseradish you're brain raise your Alchemy Elite's. Eight hundred muthafuckas wit bats who never speak. In the misty street Warcloud came in your nose. A killa bee sat on the rose unfold the scrolls like. Five zombie soldiers playin' cards at an outpost. Laughin' at midnight weapons against the wall. Tall red white blue werewolf palace in India. Jewel like the sky laugh at Fourth of July. Sleepwalker talk that's one eye under water. Archibald Leach escape wit the preacher's daughter. Terror on the high seas gun brought you guzzle. Get regular dart books skull snakes and puzzles. Raps overlap clap tracks and gap wax. Like gat hacks tennis balls lacks to use fat. Bear trap pack and splat a guy's back I'm anthrax. Violent Jack's rap will tap from the pitch black. And smear you on the wall like taff and watch you gasp. If you bust me back I murder you wit a flock of bats. Snap a six-pack pass the tack and make mine laugh. And clap you wit the mack off the rack you get jacked. Yack bags of that America muscle rap. We ran for the grams sweet pinball and hammerheads. Alcatraz flash cold bear crooked. Fever dreams tooken Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde. [Chorus x4]. [Outro: Warcloud]. This pirate is called Warcloud I think. He likes to drink he likes to wink. He likes to drink and drink and drink. The thing he likes to drink is ink. The ink he likes to drink is pink. He likes to wink and drink pink ink. He bosses his gong all day and night. From right to left and left to right. Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets muthafuckas. Pistol pop your head you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse. Pistol pop your head you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse