The Trap Door The Holocaust (Ft. Juleunique)

[Intro: Warcloud]
Little bitch ass niggas, don't want to see the bracelet
Ice parlour raps
Geologic time, 'Comedy of Errors'
Arguments over of a poor resort, medallions
Gun solid as a guard at fucking Buckingham Palace
In the graveyard
Water, symmetry, balance and harmony

[Chorus: singer]
Deep in the graveyard, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead short days ago
They live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Deep in the graveyard, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead short days ago
They live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow

[Verse 1: Warcloud]
Don't crowd me, like olive, silk and cotton, tobacco, cake and wine
My gats will break your spine, Casanova/Frankenstein type rhyme of central nature
Flier raps then box kites, entire raps that rock mics
Like a blue stoplight, Buffalo Soldier vulture
Smack a wine opener then approach a prospector mulcher
Rage sugar snap peas, gun pop cans with ease
Tin can telephones exploring the razor warzone
From cryptic corridor thrones, beat your shovels or swords
Beat your swords into shovels, I chuckle with a couple of foolish kids
Region of a body of water that is not reached by sunlight
Music escapada with one mic
Radios and knick-knacks, nostra Roby
Like a love story, quite likely erodes inside me
Saint John wrote the Book of Revelations in the Dodecanese Islands
Little kids smiling, climb off from Taiwan
He snatched a mother, guard his purse like heroes
Stone gat, the Hospitallers making Clearose, you _____
Your so ferocious, dope-ish lyrics like Warcloud, fuck look
Gut your brain relish with a duck hook
Go in there, construct book, 9 milli's, Perilly
That's how the wind write, next right, Mexican windpipe
Tilt my hat brim like, blow you off
Sterling gat, vital collateral force, stone cross, broke your fucking corpse
Chump ass boys, you better learn how to handle mics
Miniskirt model spasm my cocker spaniel twice
Too many guns, too many guns
This is the face breaker caper