Holocaust, Juleunique - The Trap Door lyrics

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

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

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 war zone
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
Revelation' in the 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

Yo, I move like Maximus, across Roman land
With plans of revenge to avenge his dead fam'
The war warrior
Moving in galactic like solar works
I blast off nuclear missiles
'til my shoulder hurts
Flaming bow and arrow
Pierce you then it sparks you
For those that spit flame
I fight fire with fire
Wild like Brownsville
Cocktail to blow your cartel
Pierce you with a dart
It's sharp so it'll spark well
My head swell from infinite
Thoughts that I develop geppetto
Stromboli stash jewels 'cause 'Cash Rules'
Read books like Matthew's
Shatter like glass statues
Get hit with ballistic missiles
After you're gunning
Chopped the head of your men and
The horse was still running
Chopped the head of your man and
The horse was still running in the graveyard

Additional reporting the city of
A million voices
The echoes died in the vast bloody expanse
I'll lead the Great Chiefs to
Many harvests of victories
Throughout generations dark apocalypse
To your populous grab your binoculars
Axes hit you like oxygen
Seven digit locks and them Chiefs
Straight from the boxing gym
Leaving missing chunks from heads
Of course though
Heavy hatchet capable of piercing
A human torso
Rearrangement, your God sheltered the injured
Candy in them bitches like whirl the fuck
The pearl is stuck
Fish roses, native with suit intelligence
Dark brain water, outstanding, scattered
Irrelevant new modern development
Black gold and red roses weasel bats
Squeeze all gats at you evil cats
Triple nocturnal, old and crooked Scrooge's
It will be a mistake however
To gun fight with losers
Grasp at the shadow of losers
Substance be hype
But curious child is a teacher's delight
Ignite like knife fights in the nightlight
I'm twice nice now fight slugs
The dark cliffs and branches of the
Trees were drenched in blood
Moonflower love, like vampire bat mythology
And five volume chronicles so abominable
And the wolves turned away fearfully
And all the dead ladies in
The lake cheered for me
Known as Warcloud, platoon will bring doom
That will appear in the circle around
The 'Dark Side of the Moon'

Thought flow like a nautical
Cold like Antarctica
Hot like Veronica, smooth like a harmonica
Step in and I'll conquer your
Boy you can't come to this
I draw a line and dare your
To step in my circumference
Gradually you suffer a MechWarrior's casualty
Tragedy, Geppetto Stromboli roaming
The galaxy from all degrees I blow your set
Fatal blow to your solar plexus
Wrecked you in a quarter sec' or
2k like an army vet'