Warcloud - Crash lyrics

Artist: Holocaust Album: Blue Sky Black d**h presents The Holocaust Song: Crash Typed by: Cno Evil (Intro: Holocaust) The Holocaust... Crash (Chorus: Holocaust) Frequency modulation, Mephistopheles Mi dispiace, overwhelm realm as thick as thieves Hap hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God Whoever claim, this dismal drown you, bleed Then squeeze, sound catastrophes A kind of loose gown worn by the Japanese Crash, some prickly apple trees Thanks a lot it drops from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash Frequency modulation, Mephistopheles Thirty eights toe-shells, overwhelm realm as thick as thieves Hap hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God Whoever claim, this dismal drown you, bleed Then squeeze, sound catastrophes A kind of loose gown worn by the Japanese Crash, some prickly apple trees Thanks a lot it drops from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash (Holocaust) Undead creatures are immune to sleep spells, he hath given to the poor We clash driven to the core, surely he shall not be moved forever Clever, a samurai lost his eye, in a time The giant object flashed across the sky It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar The blast destroyed whole villages, and wondrous galore And blackened a circle of ground, forty miles wide, many years later Some kept it alibi, unkindest styles, come and challenge mine It is still a mystery, mysteries of this type occur from time to time Who would believe it, you see a car scoping approaching from the rear But when you check your mirror again before changing lanes You no longer see it, from the sanitarium, a form of malaria k**ed half of all the people who lived on Earth Sick bedridden curse, brick dead risen church Ghost and spirits roam the world on the night of October 31st Some door gunner hearse, ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes My style is atmosphere'd and thanks, the devil may care The warrior's prayer, that back to the future Delorean flare From the duel edge dead-pool, severed, never bled Pandemonium there, simply the radio was invented in Italy (Chorus) (Holocaust) By the craggy hillside, through the moss is bare I have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite He shall find the sharpest thorns, in his bed at night By the crackly hillside, through the loss affair I have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite He shall find the sharpest thorns, in his bed at night (Chorus) (Holocaust) Aye-yo chief, you bellyache before you go to sleep A door gunner, honing heats, a night dynamite, explode unique You can't sledge or hurt me, my gun filthy blaze You can't beg for mercy, for none will be saved Vampire bats live in South and Central America Gunmen armed and daring ya, I skitch, hit you hard with left Before you start a step, if Marcus slept They route, part eclipsed, can't go two nights Without food, or they'll starve to d**h You leave me marked, I intercept, I stab you in the eye You die, no alibis, so I rise, to canyon's high Yo, Holocaust laugh, a hippopotamus can bite an adult male crocodile In half, in France during the dance to the 16th Century At night, the nightmare of the k**er wolf of France Where zombie ladies dance, where the antelopes prance There's a man with a long sword and lance I left the chateau, with a mystery woman Across the hall, a painted house, I are not scared easily Behind the blind lady's blouse, house movies in the afternoon Or a old Mickey Mouse cartoon, I'm an intelligent skeleton Or a humongous, charging mad bull elephant I'm fast advanced, you rap platoon of balloon goons, crash, crash A drifter down in Tokyo, roll over in dirty Pinocchio Why my rhyme is opium, keep joking, yo Think you who to battle me, is hard as established, and the wicked shall see I'm unstoppable, it was an obstacle That's when you find out, that it's impossible The river zombies worship a colossal fossil Yo, we get hostile, a solemn festival like the Pentecostal A slugger like the Green Lantern, a thug Dracula would have to drink his own weight in blood Crash, to pa** through the mud, it is a swamp scene It is a thing, a green ring, a ring set with a pointed circle gem bling "The desire of the wicked shall perish", said the king