You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
The ballad of Mr. Edward Hyde, crooked Scrooge
Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes
Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull
Old Captain Flash standing in the hull
MC's is dull, phantom in the steam
Ruffians and fiends, world ain't what it seems
Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that
Chase you with a pick axe, bullets you get gift wrapped
Mud grew over the house, hot moistures
Found a black wallet and a bucket of blue oysters
I'm in the air like the ozone, bubble gum snow cones
Raccoon in the yard laying with broke bones
That's how I wrote poems, drowsy with the drug what
Off with the Sultan's daughter, swallow the lug nut
It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived
The reflections of guns in his eyes, we all alive
And this is Wu-Tang, carve it with my hook hand
L.A. story, flip a nickel, the book stand
Is full of crooks and dry holes for sale
Saw a giant squid riding a whale, in the hail
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires
We move like old vampires, these are desires
Walk with a monkey wrench, body inside a lake
We throw off date like slugs in earthquake
Mice in the cake, my rhyme is violent usually
I laugh like thieves with money bags in a silent movie
Seven stone roses, vodka in the tool box
One heavy pistol came from the nut house
Pineapple soda pop knock you off horses
Villains with torches froze to death on their horses
Mean Warclouds break you into powder
Who put the poison in Mrs. Fletcher's chowder?
A weasel fell out of his eye, death was holding y'all
Koo-koo-ka-choo, a roach lived in a bowling ball
Gun you down on the street
Bullets they 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
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
Aiyo, things that go bump in the night, my rap embargo
Is like cotton holes, fur feathers and marbles
Diamonds and seashells, silver the size of cartwheels
Throwing large swords, the Maharaja he walks
Shoot you God times in the sternum, watch the spear
Stab you with a twelve inch knife behind the ear
Then leave the scene in slow motion, spun red
Sasquatch yeti battalion with one head
Scratch a claw, bits of paper, pieces of string
Biting on carrots in the spring
It's like running through bricks, stone, steel and concrete
And we can gun fight like the last days of Long Beach
A jeweled gold mask, a helmet full of gold dust
Dude got cheap old glass beads for gold
Dried out bones that scattered and growing mold
The honest man is the crooked man and he's told
Clay pitchers sat in a circle around the war hawk
Stir fried vegetables, harsh metal sculptures
Crossed with the vulture, ate sugar snap peas
While I crept up on a ridge to fire these
Quack quack quack, with arrows I came to waste y'all
Now you look deep, my cry rattled the Great Wall
A dirty old baseball, rollie pollie ollie
Aiyo, you're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
I switch the art around, my friends are getting suspicious
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