Warcloud: Fever Dream

Artist: Holocaust
Album: Nightmares That Surface from Shallow Sleep
Song: Fever Dream
Typed by: Cno Evil

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You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Witches_(1990_film))
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious

(Holocaust)
The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as Scrooge
Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes
Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull
Old Captain Flag(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Flag) standing in the hall
MCs is dull, phantom in the steam
Rough the injured fiends, world ain't what it seems
Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that
Chase you with a pink 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 drunk bums
That's how I wrote poems, drowsy with the drug what
Off with 'The Sultan's Daughter'(http://www.amazon.com/Sultans-Daughter-Ann-Chamberlin/dp/0812553853), swallow the lug nut
It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived
The reflection of guns in his eyes, we all lie
And this is Wu-Tang, cargo with my hook hand
'L.A. Story'(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/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

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(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 swung off cake 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
Village swift cautious, thrown to death on their horses
Mean Warcloud breaks you into powder
Who put the poison in Mrs Fletcher's(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Fletcher) chowder?
A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holding ya'll
Cuckoo the crew, a roast was in 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...

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(Holocaust)
Aiyo, 'Things That Go Bump in the Night'(http://www.amazon.com/Things-That-Go-Bump-Night/dp/1419951262), my rap embargo
It's like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles
Diamonds and seashells, silver the size of cartwheels
Throwing large sports, the Maharaja he walks
Shoot you five times in the sternum, watch the spear
Stab you wit 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 orange carrots in the spring
It's like running through brick, stone, steel and concrete
The week of gunfight like the last days of Long Beach
A jewel, dope mask, a helmet full of gold dust
You got, people blast meat for goes
Dried out bones just scattered and growing mould
The honest man is the crooked man and his toes
Slave pictures sat in the circle around the War Hawk
Stir fried vegetables, marshmallow smoke
Glass sipping ___, eight sugars, snap peas
While I crept up on the ribs to buy a deed
Wack, wack, wack, 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'(http://www.amazon.com/Rolie-Polie-Olie-William-Joyce/dp/0060271639)

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