Warcloud - Cyber Tropic Murder Rap | Текст песни

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• Warcloud
• Cyber Tropic Murder Rap

Warcloud, Sobretti, Roadblock, Professional (that's me mother fucker!)
I'd like to give a phat shout out to my nigga Bootface, giving you boots to the face
The American Poets, yo: I pop you in the back of the wig with an old pistol
Balcony to horse like old John ?Wilkspooth?
Speak with impediments, murderer in your residence
Marshals gun me down in a bath house in Lexingberg
Warcloud, Elephant-man, skeleton hand
Stash the Crown Jewels in a statue, I came to blast you
Gun-Powder-Keg we make wine in a bath tub
During prohibition I munch grapes and blast slugs
Eighty-eight glass jugs, dusty rifle on war plaque
Wolf pack of raw cats, slump you with heavy tall gats
A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the burgundy
Five city kids wearing eye patches in the thirties
I lick off shots from a crop-duster, granola raps
Chicks get a hold of that, come and sit on a soldiers lap
You have a weak ass flow that I shall administer to
Gangs tackle crews, sight spinner, the wine opener
Bump you till I slump you, Warcloud the butcher dumps you
A pyramid made of pearl came from ?Talumpu?
Unquenchable fire, I cut you open with water
Trap you with a jagged earth structure and proceed to slaughter
Call my rap Carnage, one-million and eight crowns
This is the carnival of the carnivorous clowns, atomic sound
The wood cutter where birds flock, busting crazy absurd shots
Ultimate heavy cannon mega ton blast and dash
Last zombie swordsmen came to blast the city,
Eat a hungry planet, the one with the scarlet rain
Deranged and insane, my rhymes liquidize your brain
It's the executioner song with spiked chains
Race hammer slammer, a weak rapper beneath the concrete
A heavy dead horse just galloped in from Long Beach
My rhyme style is crazy like piranhas that eat a baby
Cyber Tropic what your whole crew is snuffed