Warcloud - We Are All Well Known lyrics

(Holocaust) The Indian Chief's name was Spirit, made of fire and mystic And depicted in red, like serif angels in hieroglyphics Alcatraz zone, Al Capone, Chicago Valentine's Day Ma**acre Shotgun spectacular, I fought in crusades like a Dracula 'A Wrinkle in Time', they knew the law before they wrote the crime The dark alien from Andromeda that kept a skull and spine Your style is dull, I recline, Lantern A place, a river church, the 'Highlander', find a violent kind The sun rewinds, a drunken kitten chasing a bu*terfly Sword to the eye, I disable and plates nailed down to the table From dark realms and worlds, in the forest I hover above you, others blind I'm the mutant Cable, I keep a gun You'll discover my discography is bu*ter Chinese wine, leave you lost like 'Swiss Family Robinson' For some aftertime, missiles, rifles and shotgun A cannon invented by Richard J. Gatling My verbal obstacle is a gunshot abnormality Big, I dash like an athlete Beware MC, I have come to attack thee Bad bandit king, another angel play a harp string The man of kung fu or a gat spree In fact, now come to attack me Cherokee Vietnam tomahawk red Bash your head dead like a frozen daiquiri Shot by a hundred arrows, stabbed by four spears I died standing up laughing (Chorus 2X: Holocaust) 'We Are All Well Known', a mountainous microphone An apple that came from Rome might bite and snap your bones I'm The Holocaust, the Colossus, now the Apocalypse Back from the territories of darkness with a gun heartless (Holocaust) Down in the valley there are machines, they are Indians Because I move a stone your jaw gets swollen, unfriendly like a Mole-Man Dumb blotch, I never blend in, when I rhyme You're looking at a pirate's emblem, the ghost of Humphrey Bogart William Satire in an oil drab world, I run water in my eyes to cry My bu*ton on the side, Long John shirt from 1805 I'm live, there is a woman she k**s a rat She lives in a house on the hillside Jesse James was a desperado, he was shot in the back of his head A five o'Clock shadow, dirty faced clown leaves you dead In the Gothic metropolis of the West it's Holocaustalic, I'm the best As far as dropping it, toxic neurologist Now of the Apocalypse, throw a gun Some kind of a man who tried to civilize the human family throughout the populace This is Warpath, the Green Lantern boxes out lantern jaw With a gun, I wander the mountain side, Starman One time my spine was broken in half like Batman The Headless Horsemen, you flap scan And you find yourself in a blue world and die again from a gun in my hand You all burst into water like a bubble A Hawaiian katana blade slaughters bookbinder cobbler Fire is an element belonging to water (Chorus 2X) (Holocaust) The Egyptian beetles eat you scandalous on a lethal ice planet There is a praying mantis, rap ba*tard sh** Scenes of Atlantis, punch you and bust your f**ing bandages I came from the dark city of Los Angeles Actually a city built under Jack Sprat, dark monarch Thundercat Spray you for the Taylor's valour, Dracula spear, this impaler Red, white, blue Indian paint lightsaber Clever the man, he is a barbarian, he lives in the hillside He thinks he will live forever, feathers in the hood An aircraft bomber jacket made of leather From the nether world, a bullet hurled putrid A gun in the alternate future is my weapon that severs But in rhyme you could never get your varsity letter Nevertheless, dark side, interstellar The arsonist who has become a patriarch in the dark from arsenic To steal a book from the market, and later burn a barn down, anarchist The redeemer and a marksmen You walk, 'Johnny Talk' with a gun in your back often Or outlined in chalk when, like a Mexican wind chime The Holocaustalic lost, begs your pardon My rhyme orbits and torches a small orphanage He robbed the white feathers, b**h, it was written on his coffin With no oxygen, I leap from a coffin and throw your corpses to the orphans (Chorus 4X)