Indian Spirit
Argus
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[Holocaust] The Indian Chief's name was Spirit, made of fire and mystic And depicted in red like seraph angels and hieroglyphics Alcatraz zone, Al Capone, Chicago Valentine Day Massacre Shotgun spectacular, I fought a crusade like a Dracula A Wrinkle in Time, they knew the law before they wrote the crime The dark alien from Andromeda that kept a skull and spine You'll sound is dull, I recline, lantern In place, a river church, the Highlander, find a violent kind The Sun rewinds, a drunken kitten chasing a butterfly Sword to the eye, I disable all plates nailed down to the table From dark realms and worlds, in the forest I hover above you others blind, I'm the mutant Cable I keep a gun you'll discover, my discography is butter Chinese wine leave you lost like Swiss Family Robinson But some after time, missiles, rifles and shotgun A cannon invented by Richard J. Gatling My verbal obstacle is a gun shot abnormality Big, I dash like an athlete, beware MC I have come to attack thee Bad bandit king, another angel play a harp string The man of kung fu or a gat spree, in fact, now come to attack me Cherokee Vietnam tomahawk red Bash ya head dead, like a frozen daiquiri Shot by a hundred arrows, stabbed by four spears I die, standing up laughing [Hook 2X: Holocaust] We all are well known, a mountainous microphone An apple that came from Rome might bite and snap your bones I'm The Holocaust, leak of losses, now the Apocalypse Back from the territories of darkness with a gun heartless [Holocaust] Down in the valley there are machines, they are Indians Because I move a stone, you'll jar get swollen, I'm friendly like the Omen Don blocks, I never blend in, when I rhyme You looking at a pirate's emblem, the ghost of Humphrey Bogart William Sattire in a oil drab world, I run water in my eyes to cry My button on the side, Long John shirt from 1805, I'm live There is a woman she kills a rat, she lives in a house on the hillside Jesse James was a desperado, he was shot in the back of his head A five o'clock shadow, dirty face clown, leaves you dead In the gothic metropolis of the west, is Holocaustl, look I'm the best As far as dropping it, toxic neurologist now the Apocalypse Tore a gun, some kind of a man who tried to civilize the human family Thorough out, the populace, this is Warcraft, the Green Lantern box, outlandish jar With a gun, I wander the mountain side, star map One time, my spine was broken in half like Batman The headless horsemen, you flat scanned And you find yourself in a blue world and die again from a gun in my hand You all burst into water like a bubble, a Hawaiian katana blade Slaughters book binder toddler, fire, there's an enemy below in the water [Hook 2X] [Holocaust] The Egyptian beetle eats you scandalous or in lethal ice planet There is a praying mantis, rap bastard shit, scenes of Atlantis Punch you and bust your fucking bandages I came from the dark city of Los Angeles Actually a city built under Jack Sprat, dark monarch Thundercat Spray you for the taylor's valor, Dracula spear, this impaler Red, white, blue Indian paint light saber Clever the man, he is a barbarian, he lives in the hillside He thinks he will live forever, feathers in the hood And aircraft bomber jacket made of leather From the nether world, a bullet hurled putrid A gun in the alternate future, is my weapon that severs But at rhyme, you can never get your varsity letter Nevertheless, dark side, inner stellar The arsonist who has become a patriarch in the dark from arsoning To steal a book from the market,and later burn a barn down in August The redeemer and a marksmen, you walk, Johnny talk with a gun in your back often Or outlined in chalk wind, like a Mexican wind chime The Holocaust to the lost, begs your pardor My rhyme orbits and torches a small orphanage He robbed the white feathers bitch, it was written on his coffin With no oxygen, I leap from a coffin and throw your corpses to the orphans [Hook 4X]