Ghost Pirates (Old Los Angeles)

(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