[Intro: Warcloud]. Mad axes.... Silver ants and golden beetles crawlin' throughout my paragraphs. Chief Warcloud to peel a lemon and share a drag. Wu-Tang Clan West Coast so carry torch. Throwin' mad axes bad apples at dead whores. Throwin' mad axes bad apples at dead whores. [Chorus x2: Warcloud]. Throwin' mad axes heavy sawed-off shotty. Old liquid foot powder foot chopped up the body. Great Warcloud who cracked you mighty hard. I watch the children chasin' chickens off in the yard. [Warcloud:]. I crash through the door and motor head through the window. Wit a heavy pistol Warcloud the Champion. Victory born freedom the universe can't defeat him. Crash you wit the sea grams ooh-yah. Chop ya head in half wit the heavy old sword from Old Asia. Sick man amaze ya dark castle fantasia. Shot you in the early life throw your arms in the garbage bin. Records will retard the spin lay my gats on wax. Slit your belly open and stash a hammer in the back. Warcloud don't play Sleepy Horse clack clack. Slumped on a horse wit a creepy torch and black gats. If one cannot speak wisdom about his or her culture. Therefore they cannot deal equality. Barbaric policies slaughter you in the odyssey. Crack you like a Polly seed make your organs come out of thee. Shot 'em barefoot in the dark you was a tyrant. Fiasco pop violent I smoke jump like a giant. And escape the deep end my deadly maze of clues. We smoke muthafuckas like Army and Navy news. A hall full of dinosaurs heads hear the best tune. You were mangled by a mad man inside a wet room. Cut you at the knee wit the shotgun it's hurtful. You slight blind fish that swim in lazy circles. Gun 'em so swiftly fired my Smith & Wesson. He tried to escape but stepped on his own intestine. Throw you in the shredder for pleasure and live to tell. Old war ghost they cannonball in they well. [Chorus x2]. [Warcloud:]. Sunburst shotgun drop son and scotch run. Down and dirty staircase clatter like when the cops come. Warcloud you punk crews never started. It's like someone took human skins and filled them wit garbage. You'll find your ass back in the dumpster from heavy gats. Baptism of blood I leave you wit flies and gnats. I stalk wit a sawed-off shotgun and an axe. All wrapped in bandages coat was long and black. Spark it in the darkness we rich men and hunchback. Shovel through the portal wit cyber gats for askin'. School of assassins stashin' your body fragments. Just behind eight big crates we drunk laughin'. Heavy swords axes and hammers are my brigade. I cut you men down wit the gauge and flip the page. Stumble off the ripple cuz everyday is New Year's. Sick like the green coyote I drink a few beers. Lift that brick grab that gat painting's in a stack. I bump you and slump you on every track. It's that Warcloud rap we desperate desperados. Machine junky crunchy wit shots to pop the lotto. Swiggin' dusty bottles the strongest you sing the longest. Throw you in the hells of hells from markin' zombies. Rap creature land beware mechanical animals. Warcloud stretchin' in daisies wit revolvers. Drunk like thieves take it just like the breeze. Now look at all the clowns there sleeping up in the trees. [Chorus x2]. [Warcloud:]. It's way past your curfew I came here to unearth you. Heavy old sword from Jerusalem splatter juice from them. Red bangle that's murder stupid men peep my future pen. Here from the roof the grim records poet salute the spin. Cave where I knew you when troops were been I shoot the lead. And let loose the hand right close to where the foods were in. Fry ya brain roots and grits who'll spin the scoops of men. Pick a soot suit and then strangle mangle and slaughter you. Storm dream marauder who meat markets you artists. A large scholastic lesson from butcher college. Tear your gut open out gasses liquids and solids. The'll be astonished how I left the whole place polished. Carry mad knowledge for those who wrestle wit concepts. Warcloud outsiders wanderers and conquerors. Warriors angry men war mongers barbarians. Holy men crusaders face huggers and space truckers. Brake fuckers backs your spines were made of Lego. I laugh like a merchant who teeth were made of Play-Do. Champs and your brought out I snatched the bitch by them jaw out. Hacksaw your leg it's evening at the raw house. Warcloud don't play monologue pleasure ships. Slumped on a horse wit a tomahawk and desert mints. Gallop through snowflakes tent him and catch a rope face. Razor blade tropical snowstorm that slopes waste. Tatter rappers to form holy lyrics you torn. Fly like a diamond wing unicorn beyond the norm'. [Chorus x2]. [Outro: Warcloud]. Wu-Tang Clan West Coast Killa Beez. Mad axes mad axes mad axes. [sample:] "What do you call yourself politically and how do you define it?"