Skarekrow - Angry Men from the Graveyard lyrics

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Skarekrow - Angry Men from the Graveyard lyrics

[Intro: Vulgar] Stomping tip-toe in the underground Vulgar and Warcloud put it down [Vulgar] Mysterious homes fly beneath surfaces My mentals are dead men dispersing psychological curses That's merciless, penetrating your bone vest In other words they're capturin', you really think you can handle this? Or can you battle this? Vandalize your mental You're a creepy fist in bandages Hunt your physical damages when the spider kicks It's an ill kick, a psychic couldn't fathom it Seven of a hardcore click, collabo' and Skarekrow music You not lose this, your useless Why don't you step on the track and give me your two cents I make dick heads, in the Skeletor housey, with your lyrie powny Like date powe drivey at the gay rape party [Chorus 2X: Warcloud (Skarekrow)] Vulgar and Warcloud stomping tiptoe through the underground Beats knock with Skarekrow's sounds (? Destination got your facing elimination in our town) [Warcloud] Cherokee white rose mixed with black garlic I met a Church woman named Charlotte who was a harlot She led the black Indian into a Spanish who*e house I drank a few beers, it was late one Christmas Eve I carry a rotting skeleton load inside my truck wagon Trouble ahead my castle has gone from cinnamon stone My raps eat cannibal corpses so colonial The behaviour of certain systems is ceremonial Knock off tops, rare Galapagos, I'm doming homes Swordplay, broken bones, ma**acres shatters chromosomes Ultimate heavy cannon megaton blast Sharp metal molecules tatter and splatter you mathematical Stone bone nightmare crack like the San Andreas Kayos is also the discipline that studies chaos Heavy pin shoulders, Chinese fist boxing' Gun finger clamming, my Clan is obnoxious toxins Red cosmopolitan snake in the duel with one eye Angel and the bad man razor vocals are coastal Crash choking, approach you Warcloud like John Wesley Hartom bombarded 48 men Gunned one man down for snoring too loud In an old whiskey town, yo lord word My heavy sword is full of Devils in their Hells Madly murdering on a black stallion valiant