[Chorus x2: Warcloud]. You're stuck on a ship in a bottle quite unique. You live inside my painting and move once a week. I switched the art around my friends are gettin' suspicious. I switched the art around my friends are gettin' suspicious. [Warcloud:]. The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde crook as Scrooge. Hooligans and scallywags crickets and ice cubes. Shiny red tricycle a rhinoceros skull. Old captain flag standin' in the hole. M.C.'s is dull phantom in the steam. Brought the engine clean world ain't what it seems. Slinky falls down the stairs can't forget that. Chase you wit a pink axe bullets you get gift wrapped. Mud crew over the house hot moistures. Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters. I'm in the air like the ozone bubble gum snow cones. Raccoon in the yard layin' wit drug bones. That's how I roll palms Godsy wit the drug lord. Off wit the soldier's daughter swallow the love nun. It's no jive Warcloud has arrived. The reflection of guns in his eyes we all lie. And this is Wu-Tang cargo wit my hook hand. L.A. story flip a nickel the book stand. It's full of crooks and dry host to sells. Say giants swift bitin' a whale in the hail. [Chorus x2]. [Warcloud:]. Pistol in your face skeletons in the wires. We move like new vampires meet your desire. Walk wit a monkey wrench body inside the lake. We swung off cake like slugs and earthquake. Mics in decay my rhyme is violent goofy. I laugh like he threw money bags in a silent movie. Seven stone cozy vodka in the jukebox. One heavy pistol came from the nut house. Pineapple soda pop knock you off porches. Village swift portrait thrown to death on your horses. Mean Warcloud break you into powder. Who put the poison in Mr. Sledge's chowder?. A weasel fell out of his hide death was holdin' ya'll. Who group the crew? A roaster in a bowling ball. Gun you down on the street bullets that hit you through trucks don't even argue. So stuck up that niggas just might rob you. I laid in bed next to her black cat. Warcloud Warcloud Warcloud.... [Chorus x2]. [Warcloud:]. Aiyo thanks for go pumpin' tonight my rap embargo. Is like cotton dolls bird feathers and marbles. Diamonds and sea shells sown the size of cartwheels. Throwin' large portraits of Maharaja you walk. Suzy got shot in the sternum watch the spear. Stab you wit a 12 inch knife behind the ear. Then leave the scene in slow motion one red. Sasquatch Yeti battalion wit one head. Stash of cloth bits of paper pieces of string. Mighty long carrots in the spring. Recite on the new brick stones steel and concrete. The weakest of gun fights like the last days of Long Beach. A jewel don't match a helmet full of gold dust. You got people blast me wit rose. Flied out bones they scatter and grow wit molds. The honest man is the cookie man and his clothes. Lay bitches splat in a circle around the war hawk. Stir fried vegetables marshmallow's cloakin' it. Crops meant to hurt you eight sugars snap peas. While I crept up on the ribs to buy a deed. Wack wack wack wit arrows I came to waste y'all. Now you look cheap my cry rattles the great wall. A dirty old baseball rolled in Polly-O aiyo.... [Chorus x2]