Fever Dream

歌詞

Artist: Holocaust Album: Nightmares That Surface from Shallow Sleep Song: Fever Dream Typed by: Cno Evil (Chorus 2X: Holocaust) You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique You live inside my painting and move once a week) I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious (Holocaust) The ballad of Mr. Edward Hyde, crooked Scrooge Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull Old Captain Flag standing in the hall MCs is dull, phantom in the steam Ruffians and fiends, world ain't what it seems Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that Chase you with a pick axe, bullets, you get gift wrapped Mud crew over the house, hot moistures Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters I'm in the air like the ozone, bubblegum snow cones Raccoon in the yard laying with broke bones That's how I wrote poems, drowsy with the drug what Often the 'The Sultan's Daughter' swallowed the lug nut It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived The reflections, of guns in his eyes, we all live And this is Wu-Tang, carve it with my hook hand 'L.A. Story', flip a nickel, the bookstand It's full of crooks and dry hoes for sale Saw a giant squid biting a whale in the hail (Chorus 2X) (Holocaust) Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires We move like old vampires, meet your desires Walk with a monkey wrench, body inside a lake We throw off jake like slugs and earthquake Mice in the cake, my rhyme is violent uzi I laugh like thieves with moneybags in a silent movie Seven stone roses, vodka in the toolbox One heavy pistol came from the nuthouse Pineapple soda pop, knock you off courses Villains with torches, froze to death on their horses Mean Warcloud breaks you into powder Who put the poison in Mrs Fletcher's chowder? A weasel fell out of his eye, death was holding ya'll Cuckoo Cachoo, a rose within a bowling ball Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks Don't even argue So stuck up that niggas just might rob you I laid in bed next to her black cat Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud... (Chorus 2X) (Holocaust) Aiyo, 'Things That Go Bump in the Night', my rap embargo It's like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles Diamonds and seashells, silver the size of cartwheels Throwing large swords, the Maharaja he walks Shoot you five times in the sternum, watch the spear Stab you with a twelve inch knife behind the ear Then leave the scene in slow motion, fun red Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head Scraps of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string Biting on carrots in the spring It's like running through brick, stone, steel and concrete Then we can gunfight like the last days of Long Beach A jeweled old mask, a helmet full of gold dust You got people, blast me for gold Dried out bones there scattered and growing mold The honest man is the crooked man and he's cold Slave bitches sat in the circle around the War Hawk Stir fried vegetables, harsh metal sculptures ____________________ ate sugar snap peas While I crept up on the ridge to fire these Thwack, thwack, thwack, with arrows I came to waste y'all Now you look cheap, my cry rattles the Great Wall A dirty old baseball 'Rolie Polie Olie' (Chorus 2X)