Firework

[Intro: Holocaust] Vodka in the toolbox I have a billion eyes, but I live in darkness I have a million ears Wu-Tang ...Paint the stone steps red [Holocaust] The Black Knight is alive and roaming through the hallways Of the L.A. Museum, with his sword Song without end, battle the damned spirit Tropical lullabies, painting sky papers Fighting in the rain, a brain in a bird cage Shoe maker dance, been rhyming since the third grade Big bells ring, conquer all fears The serpent licked the woman on the ears, carry spears Tra-la-la, pistol in the bread box Rats in the cuckoo clock, devils hung A skeleton loading a gun, in a snowstorm Creatures great and small, all gather Evening in the garden, a song at dusk Here to test your trust, royal flush Whisper to my left, some people want it Over there is a tree with a rope that has your name on it March through the swamp, a book of picture riddles Tum-ta-tum-tum, Catch Me If You Can Cut an M.C. into five, the best delivered Be careful in the [???], piranhas infest the river [Chorus 2x: Holocaust] Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room [Holocaust] Snatch your arms out the socket and stuff 'em in your back pocket I glow like a tree in the distance with persistence Paint his palm red, your suffering will be legendary March scrolls on my back, deep as February Hot like Caribbean fireworks, I feature Nightmare creatures, dead men in the bleachers The old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room By then I crept out, quiet as mice All wet with blood, still cold as nice House on the hillside, skill, couldn't match it Running down the old staircase, holding a hatchet Shot for his shoulder, blew half of his face off Renaissance carnival, screwball the crackpot MC's attack not, they in the whack spot Brushing their teeth with rocks, while I flip it Oh the gifted, warrior hieroglyphic Last emperor, I swiped it while you missed it Call him Warcloud, now carry the Skeleton Lode Break off your foot and throw it into the sunset [Chorus 2X] [Holocaust] Old Holocaust is dead, flowers for sale Green bottles of rifle on the wall The tailor, who spoke to the man with his eye sewn shut Wu-Tang is the illest, nigga, what? Beware of the stranger, roll up and [???] Off to the woods, I smile before I shoot you Flew over cuckoo, I went upstairs Came to the mic like hungry grizzly bears Straight out the slum, the fog city news Drag an MC to his tomb, and sing the blues Old tommy gun, zipper head and lead foot Murder MC's from L.A. to Red Hook Teeth of a saw, cutting through your ribcage Deep in the dead of the night, drinking liquor Came with the lady in a picture, spit a mixture Ace up my sleeve, with Belgian elixir Rhyme like an evening after firing range Through the torn curtain I see the dead city Bullets in the soup, I leap across roofs During the course of my intellectual pursuit [Chorus 3X]