Mad Axes Lyrics & Tabs by Warcloud
Mad Axes
guitar chords lyrics
(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
(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
(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 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
Brake 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 by them 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 mints
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'
(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
