The Trap Door

Little bitch ass niggas, don't want to see the bracelet

Ice parlour raps

Geologic time, Comedy of Errors

Arguments over of a poor resort, medallions

Gun solid as a guard at fucking Buckingham Palace

In the graveyard

Water, symmetry, balance and harmony

[Chorus x2: singer]

Deep in the graveyard, the poppies blow

All the crosses, row and row

They are the dead short days ago

They live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow

[Holocaust]

Don't crowd me, like olive, silk and cotton, tobacco, cake and wine

My gats will break your spine, Casanova/Frankenstein type rhyme

Of central nature, flier raps then box kites

Entire raps that rock mics

Like a blue stoplight,Buffalo Soldier vulture

Smack a wine opener then approach a prospector mulcher

Rage sugar snap peas, gun pop cans with ease

Tin can telephones exploring the razor war zone

From cryptic corridor thrones, beat your shovels or swords

Beat your swords into shovels

I chuckle with a couple of foolish kids

Region of a body of water that is not reached by sunlight

Music escapada with one mic

Radios and Knick-Knacks, nostra Roby

Like a love story, quite likely erodes inside me

Saint John wrote the Book of Revelation in the Islands

Little kids smiling, climb off from Taiwan

He snatched a mother, guard his purse like heroes

Stone gat, the Hospitallers making Clearose, you

Your so ferocious, dope-ish lyrics like Warcloud, fuck look

Gut your brain relish with a duck hook

Go in there, construct book, 9 milli's, Perilly

That's how the wind write, next right, Mexican windpipe

Tilt my hat brim like, blow you off

Sterling gat, vital collateral force

Stone cross, broke your fucking corpse

Chump ass boys, you better learn how to handle mics

Miniskirt model spasm my cocker spaniel twice

Too many guns, too many guns

This is the face breaker caper

Chorus

[Juleunique]

Yo, I move like Maximus, across Roman land

With plans of revenge to avenge his dead fam'

The war warrior, moving in galactic like solar works

I blast off nuclear missiles 'til my shoulder hurts

Flaming bow and arrow, pierce you then it sparks you

For those that spit flame, I fight fire with fire

Wild like Brownsville, cocktail to blow your cartel

Pierce you with a dart, it's sharp so it'll spark well

My head swell from infinite thoughts that I develop

Geppetto/Stromboli stash jewels 'cause Cash Rules

Read books like Matthew's, shatter like glass statues

Get hit with ballistic missiles after you're gunning

Chopped the head of your men and the horse was still running

Chopped the head of your man and the horse was still running

In the graveyard

Chorus x2

[Holocaust]

Additional reporting the city of a million voices

The echoes died in the vast bloody expanse

I'll lead the Great Chiefs to many harvests of victories

Throughout generations dark apocalypse to your populous

Grab your binoculars, axes hit you like oxygen

Seven digit locks and them Chiefs straight from the boxing gym

Leaving missing chunks from heads, of course though

Heavy hatchet capable of piercing a human torso

Rearrangement, your God sheltered the injured

Candy in them bitches like whirl the fuck, the pearl is stuck

Fish roses, native with suit intelligence

Dark brain water, outstanding, scattered, irrelevant

New modern development, black gold and red roses

Weasel bats, squeeze all gats at you evil cats

Triple nocturnal, old and crooked Scrooge's

It will be a mistake however to gun fight with losers

Grasp at the shadow of losers, substance be hype

But curious child is a teacher's delight

Ignite like knife fights in the nightlight

I'm twice nice now fight slugs

The dark cliffs and branches of the trees were drenched in blood

Moonflower love, like vampire bat mythology

And five volume chronicles so abominable

And the wolves turned away fearfully

And all the dead ladies in the lake cheered for me

Known as Warcloud, platoon will bring doom

That will appear in the circle around the Dark Side of the Moon

[Juleunique]

Thought flow like a nautical, cold like Antarctica

Hot like Veronica, smooth like a harmonica

Step in and I'll conquer your, boy you can't come to this

I draw a line and dare your to step in my circumference

Gradually you suffer a MechWarrior's casualty

Tragedy, Geppetto Stromboli roaming the galaxy

From all degrees I blow your set, fatal blow to your solar plexus

Wrecked you in a quarter sec' or 2k like an army vet'

Chorus x2