Dopestyle - Hounds lyrics

[Holocaust] The kind of bird eats insects, fruits and nuts Sailing through the portal will bring them to safety, before the planet erupts The hounds of hell and vampires everywhere, through there That is the way in, there are rumors of despair Beware, I stab you in the naval, with my Colonial pen In the end and snare, Zoon and Pueblo Indians respect many thieves Horses with dark hair, in the 1500's of Spain, but I was already deceased We've been aware of vampire activity In this town, for quite some time, the walking hills I ride lonesome, the ghost watch, that I drink Dual wielded guns, in the snowy woods, a ski hunter You become a war casualty Back to the portals, controls, he could get it to open To another place in the galaxy Life and d**h decisions, the golden rings I vanish like leaning gardens, Stephen King's Needful Things The broken land, one more train to rob scene Decision is so down, I use machines [Chorus: Dopestyle] Say, welcome to the frontier, hounds on our trail By the gun, live and die, shooting out, f** jail Shoot it out, fly O'Neal, straight in your coffin Slugs of peyote, run wild with coyote Welcome to the frontier, hounds on our trail By the gun, live and die, shooting out, f** jail [Holocaust] Around the world from eighty graves, an animated corpse in the cave One up bu*terflies lay their eggs on a plant called milkweed They could fly at speeds, of up to eighty miles per hour And as high as three thousand feet They could fly as far as north as Canada And could travel up to three thousand miles, in the cave with Me, a gun I smile, the art of revenge Live or dead, it's your choice, friend There is an extraordinary legend, a place something Was burning slowly, relentlessly, the forest is returning You ask why are you guys standing the dark? I blow you apart from lead The lyrics in Can*l shall often fill with corpses of the dead Pretty like salamanders in news today, ain't your lucky day, friend A dark MacGuyver, nobody knows how many people Were k**ed by the tiger, you arch the desert The year of the co*ktail forever, in the ocean There are decorator crab, chemicals posted On oil drums, f*g If you were a, snake charmer, you'd be dead by now It's time for some fighting, as Robot Tank Change, God damn, to battle mode, kapow! [Dopestyle] So, who pow, who bang? n***a on the chain gang In my vein, power juice, like Mr. Bane The Batman, eighteen, six to one, man Rob your bank, Jesse James is my name Indian Zoo broke me free, Desmond Wolfe, see I flee Came across the wagon, with the family Shut the father, took the food and the horse The wife, daughter came back, bit me, they wolves k**ed my good friend, a n***a lone ranger Turned on vampires, I come as a stranger Searched for the gold, gun powder in the mail, son Fire on the crips, turn to a wolf and Guess I'm still looking, with my crossbow Blazing son, a werewolf, Mr. Atopo, hah