Текст (слова) песни: War Cloud - Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz, & Gunz

 
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[Intro] 
Black Knights 
West coast Killa Bee kill 
Black Knights, Black Knights 
You hear it from the distance 
 
(Yo) my brain sprouts branches blossoming tragic thoughts 
Takes bully lyrics lunch money, pistols or microphone 
Welcome to L.A. battle the unexplained 
Scarecrows and apples meet Mr. Constrictus 
Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups 
Give `em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit 
Make soup, blueberry while dining with classic monsters 
Better check my sponsor chop before you can answer 
Brothers in the Contra, bullet holes in the stop sign 
Gods in the neighborhood, pistol in the sunset 
Lyrics, the bitch pressed dump trucks with one thrust 
Faster than sound, light, or speed that your gun busts 
Among us, west coast wreck hopes, infect dope 
Whining `cause your last Holocaust cassette broke 
The hunchback tic-tac heads come to get you 
Nine-hundred and forty-three missiles made of crystal 
Light a match to those, the crowd put all their lighters up 
Stomp through the graveyard in the rain, the architect 
Bricks in the mud, the cold weather is scorchin 
For boxcar children and orphans, wrote a portrait 
Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice 
Slimey like a catfish, dollers in the mattress 
A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee 
Grand-high count, feed Macadamias to parakeets 
French lemonade, skeletons on the highway 
Clove, gets rowdy I`ll box my way out 
Poor righteous teacher, devils better fear us 
Or my pistol splatter your brains accross the mirrors 
 
Bluntz, martinez, girls, and gunz (gunz) 
 
Gut `em like a fish, the man who bled Marbles 
Bloody Mr. Fixit, holocaust and guns 
Stumbled through the doorway wearing my evening chains 
Real as the hallway red and blue Crayolas 
Now leaving stains, architect from Cali 
Rumble through the mist covered valleys, dirty alleys 
Crumbs in your suitcase, ice fishing with pelicans 
Big `ole tackling skeleton, you`re irrelevant 
Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon 
Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen 
Strange man`s pockets, cigarettes and candy 
Walk with a limp, chance of a lifetime 
Bandits want cyborg crank, tic-tac 
Blow holes through emcees, size of bowling balls 
Briefcase man chant, my flavor`s building 
Set a fishbowl full of jelly beans out for the neighbor`s children 
Two-fisted brawler, good times in the sunlight 
Tracked him one night, you call and cause a gunfight 
Holo-holocaust is sleepy, holdin microphones 
4 dead men in the alley, the butcher 
Shirts with the blossoms, west coast the gentlemen 
Holding the pistol, smoke blunts for hours 
To understand the language of flowers 
Gritty mugshot, missed her arms and legs, drool bullets 
Bedtime time to turn in but into what? 
A well set table, third rock from the sun 
Dead men hung, Cadillacs and dinosaurs 
Hot peanuts and fireworks, the holocaust 
 
Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz 
Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz 
Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz girlz and gunz girlz and gunz 
 
Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz 
Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz 
Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz girlz and gunz girlz and gunz
 

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