Lirik Lagu America - Warcloud
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[Intro: Warcloud]You find ya self devoured by woodland creaturesLightin' matches under my hat, ghost piratesFrosty mug of rum
[Warcloud]Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemicsI bust slugs, they love to figure skate through meWe had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to cannon boysI carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noiseRaw head breaks, snake eater of dungeonA web of dead bodies in the sewer, underground LondonPassion in the desert, my guns'll love backwardsJust around the royal staircase, he runs laughterJust around the royal staircase, he runs laughterMy forearm is made out of rifles that bust factorAnd pop might murder the woman in the here afterI laugh cuz I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomenThen opened up the back of his head, like a cabinetThe blood sprained into my faceAnd ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughteredCaught within a second, he wandered down the tunnelFeel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the endI squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrantAll wet wit blood, on Godly assignmentSlap a whipper snapper, ya's better mount up and slitherI smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a river
[Chorus 2X: Warcloud]Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircaseGhost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulousRhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomenThen opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet
[Skarekrow]My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sillsBlack feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfieldStuck like a quicksand on rich landWhile apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my handI break training wheels and kick standsProduced clones of myself in one hair strandLive in stereo, perform miracles at ya burialOne shot from a crust roll is enough to scare ya sterileMars apply, blank at ya eyes in the skiesWhile I'm on the low, tip towin' through the shado
[Warcloud]Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemicsI bust slugs, they love to figure skate through meWe had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to cannon boysI carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noiseRaw head breaks, snake eater of dungeonA web of dead bodies in the sewer, underground LondonPassion in the desert, my guns'll love backwardsJust around the royal staircase, he runs laughterJust around the royal staircase, he runs laughterMy forearm is made out of rifles that bust factorAnd pop might murder the woman in the here afterI laugh cuz I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomenThen opened up the back of his head, like a cabinetThe blood sprained into my faceAnd ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughteredCaught within a second, he wandered down the tunnelFeel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the endI squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrantAll wet wit blood, on Godly assignmentSlap a whipper snapper, ya's better mount up and slitherI smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a river
[Chorus 2X: Warcloud]Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircaseGhost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulousRhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomenThen opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet
[Skarekrow]My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sillsBlack feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfieldStuck like a quicksand on rich landWhile apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my handI break training wheels and kick standsProduced clones of myself in one hair strandLive in stereo, perform miracles at ya burialOne shot from a crust roll is enough to scare ya sterileMars apply, blank at ya eyes in the skiesWhile I'm on the low, tip towin' through the shado
