Mad Axes

歌詞

Artist: Holocaust Album: Nightmares That Surface from Shallow Sleep Song: Mad Axes (Intro: Holocaust) 'Mad Axes'... Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs Chief Warcloud, to peel a lemon and share a drag Wu-Tang Clan, West Coast, so carry torch Throwing 'Mad Axes', bad apples at dead whores Throwing 'Mad Axes', bad apples at dead whores (Chorus 2X: Holocaust) Throwing 'Mad Axes', heavy sawed-off shotty Old Liquid Foot, Powder Foot chopped up the body Great Warcloud who cracked you mighty hard I watch the children chasing chickens off in the yard (Holocaust) I crash through the door and 'Motorhead' through the window With a heavy pistol, Warcloud the Champion Victory borns freedom, the universe can't defeat him Crash you with the Seagram's, ooh-ee-yah Chop your head in half with the heavy old sword from Old Asia Sick man amaze you, dark 'Castle Fantasia' Shot you in the early life, throw your arms in the garbage bin Records will retard the spin, lay my gats on wax Slit your belly open and stash a hammer in the back Warcloud don't play Sleepy Horse, clack-clack Slumped on a horse with a creepy torch and black gats If one cannot speak wisdom about his or her culture Therefore, they cannot deal equality Barbaric policies, slaughter you in the odyssey Crack you like a polly seed, make your organs commodity Shot him barefoot in the dark, he was a tyrant Fiasco pop violent, I smoke jump like a giant And escape the deep end, my deadly maze of clues We smoke motherfuckers like Army and Navy news A hall full of dinosaurs heads, hear the best tune You were mangled by a madman inside a wet room Cut you at the knee with the shotgun, it's hurtful You's like blind fish that swim in lazy circles Gut him so swiftly, fired my Smith & Wesson He tried to escape but stepped on his own intestine Throw you in the shredder for pleasure and live to tell Old war ghost, they cannonball in their well (Chorus 2X) (Holocaust) Sunburst, shotgun, drop son, and scotch run Down the dirty staircase, clatter like when the cops come Warcloud, you punk crews, never started It's like someone took human skins and filled them with garbage You'll find your ass back in the dumpster from heavy gats Baptism of blood, I'll leave you with flies and gnats I stalk wit a sawed-off shotgun and an axe All wrapped in bandages, coat was long and black Spark it in the darkness, bewitched men and hunchback Shuffle through the portal with cyber gats for asking School of Assassins, stashing your body fragments Just behind eight big crates we drunk laughing Heavy swords, axes and hammers are my brigade I'll cut you men down with the gauge and flip the page Stumble off the ripple, 'cause everyday is New Year's Sick like the green coyote, I drink a few beers Lift that brick, grab that gat, paintings in the stack I bump you and slump you on every track It's that Warcloud rap, we desperate desperados Machine junky crunchy with shots to pop the lotto Swigging dusty bottles, the strongest who sing the longest Throw you in the hells of hells from __________ Rap creature land, beware mechanical animals Warcloud stretch in the daisies with revolvers Drunk like thieves, take it just like the breeze Now look at all the clowns there, sleeping up in the trees (Chorus 2X) (Holocaust) It's way past your curfew, I came here to unearth you Heavy old sword from Jerusalem, splatter juice from them Red Bangladesh murder stupid men, peep my future pen Hear from the roof the grim records, poets salute the spin Cave where Medusa went, troops were bent, I shoot the lint And let loose the hen, quite close to where the fruits were rinsed Fry your brain roots and grin, Louis spent, thy scoops of mints Pick a zoot suit and then strangle, mangle and slaughter you Storm dream marauder who meat markets you artists A large scholastic lesson from Butcher College Tear your gut open, out gasses, liquids, and solids They'll be astonished, how I left the whole place polished Carry mad knowledge, for those who wrestle with concepts Warcloud, outsiders, wanderers and conquerors Warriors, angry men, warmongers, barbarians Holy men, crusaders, face huggers and space truckers Break fuckers backs, your spines were made of Lego I laugh like a merchant whose teeth were made of Play-Do Champ send your broad out, I snatched the bitch bottom jaw out Hacksaw your legs, it's evening at the raw house Warcloud, don't play monologue, pleasure ships Slumped on a horse with a tomahawk, and desert mitts Gallop through snowflakes, test him and catch a broke face Razorblade tropical snowstorm, that slopes waste Tatter rappers to form, holy lyrics you torn Fly like a diamond winged unicorn, beyond the norm' (Chorus 2X) (Outro: Holocaust) Wu-Tang Clan, West Coast Killa Beez 'Mad Axes', 'Mad Axes', 'Mad Axes' "What do you call yourself, politically and how do you define it?" - sample