Artist: Holocaust Album: Nightmares That Surface from Shallow Sleep Song: Fever Dream Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Holocaust] You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique You live inside my painting and move once a week I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious I switched the art around, my friends are getting suspicious [Holocaust] The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as Scrooge Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull Old Captain Flag standing in the hall MCs is dull, phantom in the steam Rough the injured fiends, world ain't what it seems Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that Chase you with a pink axe, bullets, you get gift wrapped Mud crew over the house, hot moistures Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters I'm in the air like the ozone, bubblegum snow cones Raccoon in the yard laying with drunk bums That's how I wrote palms, drowsy with the drug what Off with his sultan's daughter, swallow the lug nut It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived The reflection of guns in his eyes, we all lie And this is Wu-Tang, cargo with my hook hand L.A. story, flip a nickel, the bookstand It's full of crooks and dry hoes for sale Saw a giant squid biting a whale in the hail [Chorus 2X] [Holocaust] Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires We move like old vampires, meet your desires Walk with a monkey wrench, body inside a lake We swung off cake like slugs and earthquake Mice in the cake, my rhyme is violent uzi I laugh like thieves with moneybags in a silent movie Seven stone roses, vodka in the toolbox One heavy pistol came from the nuthouse Pineapple soda pop, knock you off courses Village swift cautious, thrown to death on their horses Mean Warcloud breaks you into powder Who put the poison in Mrs Fletcher's chowder? A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holding ya'll Cuckoo the crew, a roast was in a bowling ball Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks Don't even argue So stuck up that niggas just might rob you I laid in bed next to her black cat Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud... [Chorus 2X] [Holocaust] Aiyo, 'Things That Go Bump in the Night', my rap embargo It's like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles Diamonds and seashells, silver the size of cartwheels Throwing large sports, the Maharaja he walks Shoot you five times in the sternum, watch the spear Stab you wit a twelve inch knife behind the ear Then leave the scene in slow motion, fun red Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head Scraps of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string Biting orange carrots in the spring It's like running through brick, stone, steel and concrete The week of gunfight like the last days of Long Beach A jewel, dope mask, a helmet full of gold dust You got, people blast meat for goes Dried out bones just scattered and growing mould The honest man is the crooked man and his toes Slave pictures sat in the circle around the War Hawk Stir fried vegetables, marshmallow smoke Glass sipping ___, eight sugars, snap peas While I crept up on the ribs to buy a deed Wack, wack, wack, with arrows I came to waste y'all Now you look cheap, my cry rattles the Great Wall A dirty old baseball roly-poly holy [Chorus 2X]