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[Produced by Skarekrow] [Hook 2X: Warcloud] You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique You live inside my painting and move once a week I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious [Verse 1: Warcloud] The Ballad of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as Scrooge Hooligans and scallywags, crickets in ice cubes Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull Old Captain Flag standing in the hole MCs is dull, phantom in the steam Ruffians and fiends, world ain't what it seem Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that Chase you with a pickaxe, bullets you get gift wrapped Mud grew over the house, hot moistures Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters I'm in the air like the ozone, bubble gum snow cones Raccoon in the yard laying with broke bones That's how I wrote poems, drowsy with the drug, what? Off with a sultan's daughter, swallow the love nut It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived The reflections of guns in his eyes, we all lie And this is Wu-Tang, carve it with my hook hand L.A. story, flip a nickel, the book stand It's full of crooks and dry hoes for sale Saw a giant squid biting a whale in the hail [Hook 2X] [Verse 2: Warcloud] 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 grow off cake like slugs in earthquake Mice in the cape, my rhyme is violent Uzi I laugh like thieves with money bags in a silent movie Seven stone roses, vodka in the toolbox One heavy pistol came from the nuthouse Pineapple soda pop knocks you off courses Killers with torches thrown to death on their horses Mean Warcloud breaks you into powder Who put the poison in Mrs. Fletcher's chowder? A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holding y'all Cuckoo the crew, a rosebush 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 [Hook 2X] [Verse 3: Warcloud] Aiyo, things that go bump in the night, my rap embargo Is 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 with a 12 inch knife behind the ear Then leave the scene in slow motion, fun red Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head Stacks of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string Biting orange carrots in the spring It's like running through bricks, stones, steel and concrete A week of gun fight like the last days of Long Beach A jewel gold mask, a helmet full of gold dust You got people, blast thieves for gold Dried out bones, just scattered and growing mold The honest man kissed the crooked man and his toad Slay pitchers who sat in a circle around the pool hall Stir fried vegetables, marshmallows smoke Glass sipping, eight sugar snap peas While I crept up on the ridge to buy a deed Wack, wack, wack, with arrows I came to waste y'all Now you look cheap, my cry battles the great wall A dirty old baseball, Rolie Polie Olie [Hook 2X]
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