Ghost Pirates Old Los Angeles (feat. Skarekrow)

You find yourself devoured by woodland creatures
Lighting 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, turned MC's to cabin boys
I carved Wu-Tang in his eye, you heard the stabbing noise
Rawhead Reks, snake eater from dungeon
I web up dead bodies in a sewer, underground London
Passion in the Desert, my gun's a love backwards
Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter
Just around the royal staircase, she runs laughter
My forearm is made out of rifles that bust faster
And pop might murder the woman in the hereafter
I laugh 'cause I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen
Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet
The blood sprayed into my face
It ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered
Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel
'Til the ghost of a little boy ran by at the end
I squeeze the trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant
All wet with blood, ungodly assignment
Slap a whipper snapper, you's better mount up and slither
I smack you like a bear swatches salmon out of a river

We'll roll up in the carpet, carry 'em 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
We'll roll up in the carpet, carry 'em 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 your storm drains, stain window sills
Black feather birds gathered in the back of the cornfield
Stuck like 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 clones of myself from one hair strand
Live in stereo, perform miracles at your burial
One shot from my crossbow is enough to scare you sterile
Moss and flies blanket your eyes in disguise
While I'm on the low, tip-toeing through the shadows
Setting the stage for my entrance
When I hit the streets, smoke leaving me like incense
Intense events, shiny instruments
Got you ducking my buck and my introduction is
Deep moans and groans screaming Bone Collector
Soul resurrector, bloody horror show on records
Swoop down and take your man's heads like checkers
You're all left beheaded by the dreaded Scarecrow
Fiery war chants given oak branch elbows
Stone bone staircase, my home and air base
You misplaced, now which way do you go?
Yo, I jump and bite your Adam's apple
The air hits thirty-three below
You trapped with the iceman made of hot snow
Old clothes, innocent blood, throwing a cemetery club

We'll roll up in the carpet, carry 'em 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
We'll roll up in the carpet, carry 'em 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

Trees whose fruits withereth without fruit
That are twice dead
The sleepy old man who tips his head, he said
I have a bat in my belfry and a baseball in my bed
A skeleton, loading revolver in a snowstorm
Vampire walk in the studio in my ghost form
Feet in the mud, my slugs are like thugs
That get all up in you at twilight like street surgeons
Gape into the future, we'll black market your organs
Hand the project kids some loot and a pair of Jordans
Blockhead niggas, my poem, yo, get a hold of that
In the red lands, red boulders, watch the ogres hatch
The long shadow, hard reign in America
Cantaloupes fall out of your back from cannon raps
Then leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire and nutty
Warcloud, who bit open beats and got muddy
Now I lounge on the track with the Scarecrow
Give knuckle sandwich delicacies and it's real as the hallway
Gats talk to me, let's murder some more web heads
An old jagged fence where you hang your clothes to dry

In God we bust, blow flush, put big green in unnamed trust
Miscellaneous, my codename alias
Word archery, armory, perform track surgery
Giving you brain strains and lower back pains
When you talk, I cover your tongue like fat daddy shoestrings
Blow your gang in the grain with stainless styles
Black Angus, stoned off my igneous enemy lust
Left 'em all in the dust
Now must you keep playing yourself and claim you paying dues?
You the type of head rush out, tell old news
Wouldn't know the Delfonics if I left you clues
Tangled and strangled in the game of snafu
I seen more life in a statue
And the truth hurts like body piercings and tattoos
My mental strength is chemically natural
Physically impossible to be recreated, upgraded, or duplicated
Format's fat and saturated
You must've heard two million shots when the Ghost Pirates raided

We'll roll up in the carpet, carry 'em 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
We'll roll up in the carpet, carry 'em 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

Immortal Battalion with Pirate Ship and the Ghost Crew
Explosives twisted in my beard
Yeah