Warcloud - The Worst lyrics

(Intro: sample) The world beyond to him Adventure's in evil, without the harm The world beyond to him Who opens one of the seven gateways to hell Because in that gateway, evil invades the world... (Chorus 2X: Holocaust) For those who didn't know and think their street style is the worst I'll punch you in the chest, and watch your head swell up and burst (Holocaust) I move like a large black stingray in crystal waters My pistol slaughters, I asked you harder every time I kiss my daughter It is no walk in the park to dismantle or battle me Venom is pumped through the tongue or deep into the skin Where a chemical is causing an everlasting, burst of agony What is this hindrance that k**s everything it sees and hears? Much witnessed vengeance, that reveals cleverly it's a disease and feared For word came on to your king and he arose from his wise throne What was left, to disconnect the presence of dry bones Brother, you are seriously entertaining While observing of what stubborn, I murder the murderers of fathers The murderers of mothers, the distance between the head and heart is eighteen inches Your lyrics avail nothing to anyone you hating b**hes He was speaking about misdirected efforts, debating henchmen It is only as we see ourselves in the mirror forsaking interest (Chorus 4X) (Holocaust) We have had nothing but trouble from fire, since the beginning of time Anything in my rhymes refuses crime, never a weapon so vicious As the savage sting of all the deadly jellyfish I bring I'll crack your crown there, in a ring Know your higher power is never hard to reach, when I am playing Don't hide your light under a lampshade, the sword slaying My blacksmith made armor of forged tools, you slime The dragon was a mythological creature, of the time But lacked the power of the industry days, by splicing blood Shake each chest to the third, an compare the appearance of the suds The lost sea of knowledge, the man seeing you bug thugs And after it rained, a dirt road in the country remains mud Lots of animals walked the soft mud millions of years ago At the bottom of a shallow part, some Brazilians will hear me flow (Chorus 2X)