Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So, artist - War. Album song The Very Best of War, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Far Out, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
So |
| You find ya self devoured by woodland creatures |
| Lightin' matches under my hat, ghost pirates |
| Frosty mug of rum |
| Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics |
| I bust slugs, they love to figure skate through me |
| We had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to cannon boys |
| I carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noise |
| Raw head breaks, snake eater of dungeon |
| A web of dead bodies in the sewer, underground London |
| Passion in the desert, my guns’ll love backwards |
| Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter |
| Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter |
| My forearm is made out of rifles that bust factor |
| And pop might murder the woman in the here after |
| I laugh cuz I’m a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen |
| Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet |
| The blood sprained into my face |
| And ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered |
| Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel |
| Feel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the end |
| I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant |
| All wet wit blood, on Godly assignment |
| Slap a whipper snapper, ya’s better mount up and slither |
| I smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a river |
| Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase |
| Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we’re fabulous |
| Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen |
| Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet |
| My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sills |
| Black feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfield |
| Stuck like a quicksand on rich land |
| While apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my hand |
| I break training wheels and kick stands |
| Produce |