In The Hall Of The Warrior King

[Intro: Warcloud]

Yo, what's the deal champs?

Muthafuckas, this is Warcloud

West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez, representin' for the underground

For the main spade style is architect tile

Bionic, it's like we done unfinished cathedrals

Item number productions, it's gon' be repercussions

Smack niggas faces

[Chorus x4: Warcloud]

War, War, Warcloud

[Warcloud:]

Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes

Stained wooden floorboards, sleepin' on the ceiling I murder warlords

Fever dreams, sling bean, gun, lead blow

The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat at patrol

And crushed ya dirty smiles while I was eatin' tiles

And farted out twenty beach balls, bounced down the aisle

The vibes of great film, though my cane is stuffed in the wastebasket

Pop a cucci, sizin' them tits, so they can taste magic

Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin'

Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling

You move like snails, arsenic and old lakes

House of Frankenstein, slow hand lays down the cold ace

Murder you on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost

Left bit, cast on, while playin' wit Adam's rib

Still ride a Harley through cop-land, wit Digit

I howl, and shatter the moon, send you a postcard

Chicky-chicky, boom-boom, now they call you broken face

Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks

Open case, glance two times, while others glare

A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs

[Chorus x4]

[Warcloud:]

You'll find stepping stones along the way, through the streams

Run silent, run deep, you're now surrounded by misfits

Twelve angry men like angels wit dirty faces

Armed to the truth, you couldn't move many paces

Blood hits snow and hearts, scoop it up in handfuls

Then I walked the green grasslands, smoked the Indo

Passed that house wit the woman always in the window

I'm at the helm, you've now entered harsh realm

Big spore zone, severous poisonous herbs

They're are water spiders that eat lizards and birds

While bloody red icicles hang from every word

Ears full of nails, you stagger off of the curb

And fall in the street, avocados and fortune cookies

Ginger snaps and finger-paint, ammunition for hand guns

Go away and stay there, man wit twisted beard

He fell through a hole in the ice and disappeared

I ride a bicycle, and bite an apple

Alamo Bay, bloody old man from L.A.

[Chorus x4]

[Warcloud:]

Heat bringer of war, white feathers wit red tips

Gun powder keg, called American Beach

Vocal antiques, in the hall of the mountain king

Hansel & Gretel, threw rats down from the balcony

I horseradish you're brain, raise your Alchemy Elite's

Eight hundred muthafuckas wit bats who never speak

In the misty street, Warcloud came in your nose

A killa bee sat on the rose, unfold the scrolls like

Five zombie soldiers playin' cards at an outpost

Laughin' at midnight, weapons against the wall

Tall red, white, blue werewolf, palace in India

Jewel like the sky laugh at Fourth of July

Sleepwalker talk, that's one eye under water

Archibald Leach, escape wit the preacher's daughter

Terror on the high seas, gun brought you guzzle

Get regular dart books, skull snakes and puzzles

Raps overlap, clap tracks and gap wax

Like gat hacks, tennis balls lacks to use fat

Bear trap pack and splat a guy's back, I'm anthrax

Violent Jack's rap will tap from the pitch black

And smear you on the wall like taff and watch you gasp

If you bust me back I murder you wit a flock of bats

Snap a six-pack, pass the tack and make mine laugh

And clap you wit the mack off the rack, you get jacked

Yack bags of that, America muscle rap

We ran for the grams, sweet pinball and hammerheads

Alcatraz flash, cold bear, crooked

Fever dreams tooken, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: Warcloud]

This pirate is called Warcloud, I think

He likes to drink, he likes to wink

He likes to drink and drink and drink

The thing he likes, to drink is ink

The ink he likes to drink is pink

He likes to wink and drink pink ink

He bosses his gong, all day and night

From right to left, and left to right

Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, muthafuckas

Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse

Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me Sleepy Horse