Letra da Música: Gun-Low Stance - Holocaust

[Chorus 2X: Holocaust]
Heavy sterling gat, rubber band wrapped to clap you
To blast out the brains of brain child that's nervous
Slap you like the Ghostman, leaving your ribs broken
Slow dance, with old fans, them chicks in the door house
Box car, boys scout, skinny ghost braid
To laugh and make laugh that stripper by supporting' the wake

[Holocaust]
To laugh and make laugh that stripper by supporting the wake..
You bet the anxious power hospital, the big villa Riddler
Fucking book binder cobbler, valour Taylor gobstopper toddler
A mirage of table laws, like an old conscience game of cards
Small marble tiles, Jim Stones playing' an olden arcade game..
Fancy, famous museums, night gallery of insanity, night time jewellery
I hit piece of glass, seven pillars, Thriller in the dark
Observatory of gory wind, the sidewalk ends
'm Tarzan in the suit at the zoo
I used to watch Pink Panther at 1 O'clock in the morning
Here's a broke neck, dope fet
eat apple stew, I stash an apple sandwich
And that fabulous leather coat is bio-hazardous Warcloud, Warcloud

[Chorus]

[Outro: Holocaust]
To laugh and make laugh that stripper by supportin' the wake..
Warcloud, Alcatraz Representing' for the West Coast Underground
Fuck anyone who don't like it
Phat shout out to Wu-Tang Clan
Everybody else balance your ego and self