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Holocaust - "We All Are Well Known"
Lyrics to We All Are Well Known : [Holocaust:] The Indian Chiefs name was Spirit, made of fire and mystic And depicted in red, like sea of angels, and hieroglyphics Alcatraz zone, Al Capone, Chicago Valentine Days 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 Youll 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 and plate a nail down to the table From dark realms and worlds, in the forest, I hover above you others blind Im the mutant Cable, I keep a gun youll 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 M.C., I have come to attack thee Bad tragic king, another angel play a harpstring The man of kung-fu or a gat spree, in fact, now come to attack me Cherokee Vietname tomahawk red, bash ya head dead Like a frozen daquiri, shot by a hundred arrows Stabbed by four spears, I die, standing up laughing [Chorus x2: Holocaust] We all are well known, a mountaneous microphone An apple that came from Rome, might bite, and snap your bones Im The Holocaust, leak of losses, now the Apocalypse Back from the territories of darkness, with a gun heartless [Holocaust:] Down in the valley they are machines, they are Indians Because I move a stone, youll jar get swollen, Im friendly like a Roman Don blocks, I never blend in, when I rhyme, you looking at a pirates emblem The ghost of Humphrey Bogart, William Sattire in a oil drag world I run water in my eyes to cry, my button on the side, Long John shirt from 1805 Im live, there is a woman she kills a rat, she lives in a house on the hill side Jesse James was a desperado, he was shot in the back of his head A five oclock shadow, dirty face clown, leaves you dead In the gothic metropolis of the west, is Holocaustl, look, Im 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 populas, 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 stabbed 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, theres an enemy below in the water [Chorus x2] [Holocaust:] The Egyptian beetle each 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 taylors 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 nine, you can never get your varsity letter Never the less, 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 redeamer 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 [Chorus x4] [ We All Are Well Known Lyrics ]
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