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  • Текст песни Warcloud - Mad Axes

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    (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 bourns freedom, the universe can't defeat him
    Crash you with the Seagram's, ooh-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 policy, make your organs come out of thee
    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 wit the shotgun, it's hurtful
    You's like blind fish that swim in lazy circles
    Gun 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

    (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, we rich men and hunchback
    Shovel 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 will sing the longest
    Throw you in the hells of hells from marking zombies
    Rap creature land, beware mechanical animals
    Warcloud stretching 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

    (Holocaust)
    It's way past your curfew, I came here to unearth you
    Heavy old sword from Jerusalem, splattered Jews from them
    Red Bangladesh murder stupid men, peep my future pen
    Hear from the roof, the grim records, poet salute the spin
    Cave where Medusa went, troops were been, I shoot the lead
    And let loose the hen, quite close to where the fruits were rents
    Fry your brain, boots and grim, Louis spent, thy scoops of mints
    Pick a ___ and then strangle, mangle and slaughter you
    Storm dream marauder who meat markets you artists
    A large scholastic lesson from

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