(feat. Skarekrow). [Intro: Warcloud]. You find ya self devoured by woodland creatures. Lightin' matches under my hat ghost pirates. Frosty mug of rum. [Warcloud:]. Old Los Angeles heroin epidemics. I bust slugs they love to figure skate through me. We had a merry war turn M.C.'s to cannon boys. I carved Wu-Tang in the tie you heard the stabbin' noise. Raw head breaks snake eater of dungeon. A web of dead bodies in the sewer underground London. Passion in the desert my guns'll 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 factor. And pop might murder the woman in the here after. I laugh cuz I'm a pirate shot you twice in the abdomen. Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet. The blood sprained 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. Feel the ghost of a little boy rammed by at the end. I squeeze a trigger violent Warcloud the tyrant. All wet wit blood on Godly assignment. Slap a whipper snapper ya's better mount up and slither. I smack you like a bear watch a salmon out of a river. [Chorus x2: Warcloud]. 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 ya 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 in one hair strand. Live in stereo perform miracles at ya burial. One shot from a crust roll is enough to scare ya sterile. Mars apply blank at ya eyes in the skies. While I'm on the low tip towin' through the shadows. Settin' the stage for my entrance. When I hit the street smoke leavin' me like incense. Intense events shiny instruments. Got you duckin' my buckin' my introduction is deep moans and groans. Screamin' bone collector soul resurrector. Bloody whore show records swoop down and take ya man's hands like checkers. Ya all left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow. Fiery war chants givin' oak branch elbows. Stone bones staircase my home and air base. You misplaced now which way do you go?. Yo I jump and bite ya Adam's apple. The air hits thirty three below. You trapped wit the iceman made of hot snow. Old clothes innocent blood throw in a cemetery club. [Chorus x2]. [Warcloud:]. Trees whose fruits wither it without fruit that art's twice dead. The sleepy old man who dips his head. He said "I have a bat in my belt for ya and a baseball in my bed". A skeleton loadin' revolver in a snowstorm. Vampire walk 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 serpents. Gape into the future wit black markets ya organs. Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordans. Block head niggas my pawn ya'll get a hold of that. In the red rams red boulders watch the ogre's hat. The long shadow hard rain in America. Cantaloupes fall out of ya back from cannon raps. You leave the scene bloody I'm haywire and nutty. Warcloud who bit off them bees and got muddy. Now I lounge on the track wit the Skarekrow. Get knuckle sandwich delicacy and it's real as the hallway. Gats sunk to me let's murder some more web heads. An old jagged fence where ya hang ya clothes to dry. [Skarekrow:]. Thank God we bust blow clutch put big green in unnamed trust. Miscellaneous my code name alias. Word archery armory perform tracks surgery. Givin' you brain strains and lower back pains. When you talk I cover ya tongue like fat daddy shoe strings. Blow ya game in the grain wit stainless styles. Black Angus stoned off by igneous enemy lust. Left them all in the dust now must. You keep playin' ya self and claim you payin' dues. You the type go head rush out and tell old news. Wouldn't know the delphonics if I left you clues. Tangled and strangled in the game of 'snap fool'. I seen more life in a statue uh. And the truth hurts like body piercings and tattoo. My mental strength is chemically natural physically impossible. To be recreated upgraded and duplicated formats fat and saturated. You must have heard too many shots when the ghost pirates raided. [Chorus x2]. [Outro: Warcloud]. Immortal battalion wit pirates ship and a ghost crew. Explosives twisted in my being