[Intro]
Yo, what's the deal champs?
Motherfuckers, this is Warcloud
West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez
Representing for the underground, for the mainstream
My style is Architectonic and bionic
It's like unfinished cathedrals
Item # Productions, there's gonna be repercussions
Smack nigga's faces

[Chorus]
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud

[Verse 1]
Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes
Stained wooden floorboards, sleeping on a ceiling I murder warlords
Fever Dream spleen fiend, gun lead blow
The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat up a toe
And crushed your dirty smiles while I was eating tiles
And farted out 20 beach balls, bounced down the aisle
The Blob's a great film, threw my ticket stub in the waste basket
Pop a cuchi, spasming chicks, so they can taste magic
Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin'
Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling
You move like snails, Arsenic and Old Lace
House of Frankenstein, slow hand lays down a cold ace
Miracle on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost
Left big cats paws while playing with Adam's rib
Steal, ride a Harley through Cop Land with Gidget
I howl and shatter the Moon, send you a postcard
Chicky-Chicky Boom Boom, now they call you broken face
Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks
Open case, glance two times, while others glares
A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the stairs

[Chorus]
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud

[Verse 2: Warcloud]
You'll find stepping stones along the way, through the streams
Run Silent, Run Deep, you're now surrounded by misfits
12 Angry Men like Angels with Dirty Faces
Armed to the truth, you couldn't move many paces
Blood hits snow and heart then scoop it up in handfuls
Then I walked the green grasslands, smoked the indo
Passed that house with the woman always in the window
I'm at the helm, you've now entered Harsh Realm
Mixed Forest Zone, several poisonous herbs
There are water spiders that eat lizards and birds
While bloody red icicles hang from every word
Ears full of nails, you stagger off of the curb
And fall in the street, avocados and fortune cookies
Ginger snaps and finger-paint, ammunition for hand guns
Go away and stay there, man with twisted beard
He fell through a hole in the ice and disappeared
I ride a bicycle and bite an apple
Alamo Bay, the bloody old man from L.A

[Chorus]
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud

[Verse 3: Warcloud]
The Bringer of War, white feathers with red tips
Gun Powder Keg, Cold American Beach
Vocal antiques In the Hall of the Mountain King
Hansel & Gretel threw rats down from the balcony
I horseradish you're brain, razor alchemy leaps
800 motherfuckers with bats who never speak
In the misty street, Warcloud cave in your nose
A Killa Bee sat on a rose, unfolding scrolls like
Five zombie soldiers playing cards at an outpost
Laughing at midnight, weapons against (the wall)
Tall red, white and blue werewolf, palace in India
Jewel like the sky like during 4th of July
Sleepwalker talk, that's one eye underwater
Archibald Leach escape with the preacher's daughter
Terror on the High Seas, cutthroats who guzzle
Irregular dart book, skull, snakes and puzzles
Raps overlap, clap tracks and gap wax
My gat hatch, tennis ball lack the view's fact
Bear trap pack and splat a guy's back, I'm anthrax
Violent Jack Sprat, witch hat from the pitch black
Smear you on the wall like tag and watch you gag
If you bust me back I'll burst through a flock of bats
Snap a six-pack, crash a shack and make my lap
Then clap you with the mack off the rack, you get jacked
Yak bags of zap, American muscle rap
We vamp pretty tramps, we pinball then Hammerhead
Alcatraz splash cold beer, crooked
Fever dream tooken Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde

[Chorus]
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud
War....War.....Warcloud

[Outro: Warcloud]
This pirate is called Warcloud, I think
He likes to drink, he likes to wink
He likes to drink and drink and drink
The thing he likes to drink is ink
The ink he likes to drink is pink
He likes to wink and drink pink ink
He bosses his gun all day and night
From right to left and left to right
Warcloud out of the savage L.A. streets, motherfuckers
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me sleepy horse
Pistol pop your head, you'll never catch me sleepy horse