Holocaust - Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz, and Gunz lyrics

Black Knights west coast Killa Bee kill
Black Knights, Black Knights
You hear it from the distance

My brain sprouts branches
Blossoming tragic thoughts
Takes bully lyrics lunch money
Pistols or microphone
Welcome to LA 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

Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns

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
Bandit's 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

Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns
Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns
Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns
Girls and guns, girls and guns

Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns
Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns
Blunts, Martinez, girls, and guns
Girls and guns, girls and guns