Mics, Turntables, Spray Cans & Records (исполнитель: Warcloud (Holocaust))
[Intro: Warcloud] Aiyo g, we gon' bong, pinball over here, down the street Yo, the Los Angeles fabulous Yo, Warcloud, the Skarekrow, Leviathan The Great Chiefs, yo, it's how we rock it Yo, yo, go how we rock it [Warcloud:] Aiyo, my pen is a merciless sword that burns you open Throw ya arms and legs in a big barrel of vinegar Puny little men in green uniform, want to hurt Warcloud Warcloud smash, the planet crash Deep in the Sun, I'm awfully unstable Spin like a quarter on the edge of a coffee table Sterling rap cap [bad word] like AK's For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades mutated stranded, swell up ya head and burst it Hideous by pitiless greed, hits on a prettiest Eat through the walls, and I look at ya girls skirt, cuz Cambodian dirt buzz, waffle chromes and soap suds Helicopter fire power shower you after April Warehouse machinery, heavy bionical chronicle Old abominable super sonical, metropolital Metacarpals, pop [bad word] away ya vertebrae Swamp voice, in for thick natures, raise ya flexures Bitter bone lecture epics, holdin' cryptic Down in the hollow, men [bad word] when I mumble Underwater cyber jungle, lyrics tumble