Artist: Warcloud
Album: Smuggling Booze in the Graveyard
Song: The Last Hovering Castle
Typed by:
KnowledgeGod@btinternet.com,
ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com
[Intro 1: movie sample]
Now, I will need to ask you many questions
But first let me ask you, is anyone suspected?
How much have your superiors explained to you Constable?
Only tha-that the three were slained in open ground
Their heads found severed from their bodies
Umm-hmm, their heads were not found severed
Their heads were not found at all
[Intro 2: Warcloud]
Warcloud
Phat shout out to Cilvaringz
I'ma come and see you out there in Amsterdam
[Warlcoud]
I harvest bitter raps, this bitter harvest that's expert
Utopia brain network, bloody your sweatshirt
Altars split a wreak, heavy hitter the teeth gritter
Rip into an eight-headed red werewolf tomorrow
Throw you in transgression and sorrow, I ship the cargo
of blue tigers with black stripes, the Key Largo
Bone war with steel, something moved in the graveyard
A biker in the closet, old furniture in the house
Curse of the mud men caught in a mud dream
She got through the inferno, spit kerosene and laugh
Warcloud on a warpath is bloodbath
Step up to the plate, mic swing is beat story
Sleep Georgy porgy; bite a piece that's tasty
Runs over both linebackers and a free safety
Bedtime stories, museums, throw my fire axe
Clip you with a tyre iron, cataclysmic desire raps
I sent they canary, 135 Maple Drive
And I blast that hospital ship out of the sky
Sag my heavy trousers sling shot and bust 'em
Children everywhere, mad holidays and customs
Tooth fairy sleeper hold, dark Beanie stay gun wired
Wolf bite, falling tree, old tequila sunrise
Red taxi, couple of laps around the park, my thunder slap
Bring your can opener rap, casket of maggots
I polish old airlooms on dark Shakespeare clip
Then pile up bodies on rafts, sent them adrift
Burning, Warcloud issues through higher learning
Lunatic preacher swamp cyborg American Patriot
*sounds of fighting*
[kung fu sample]
Tell them about the safe!
[Warcloud]
The creepy coin collector, old typewriter would fathom
The little boy encountered the convict in a swamp
Eight professors tied to polish that's made in Italy
Old blue shoes from a gypsy out on a back road
Fireflies lit up the darkness, cold and heartless
Shredder mouth, motor brain, lounge in old taverns
Far, far away there's a planet, inside the planet
there is a great mountain; in the mountain there is a lake
And in this great lake there's an island that no one knew
and there in the giant island was an old castle and ruins
Deep in the castle, in the courtyard is a well
Shaped like a capital L, I shouldn't tell
Ghosty echoes of the screams of a child who once fell
To break a neck and suffer at the gongs of the church bell
Deep in the bottom of the well, water that rots
is a little black pyramid carved down in the slot
And inside that little black pyramid on that planet
I laugh in the dark for that pyramid holds my heart
[Warcloud]
I took a giant's head and buried it under his stone steps
Put my axe away to paint the stones that's red
It took thirty horses to drag his body for real
Where I left his carcass, there became a hill
In Warcloud country, those hills are everywhere
Supreme sword from the ocean, give great armour a heavy tear
Clash of the Goliath, came verbal knifes
Didn't matter, while the old just evil pharaoh's
in a battle with his own shadows
Satellite mic, galactic battalion, keep you irrelevant
Mythical swamp filling horrific creatures and their living skeletons
Keeper stuck, White Al back, cuckoo clocks and whores
made for my broken manikin storage, bionic chords
Blastin' speed ball behind nine doors
I'll bury you under your mother's floorboards
Beg God for more awards
Still explode a courts law at his mother's store
Vaseline darts, thirty vandet beggers in the best place
Crystallite armour chess plates
And iron sunflowers; do shiny on the back of the hill
laughin', attack his spill