Stomping Tip Toe

[Intro: Vulgar]
Stomping Tip Toe in the Underground
Vulgar and Warcloud put it down

[Verse 1: Vulgar]
Mysterious souls lie beneath surfaces
My mentals are dead men dispersing psychological curses
That's merciless, penetrating your bone vest
In other words they're capturin', you really think you can handle this?
Or can you battle this?
Vandalize your mental, you're a creepy fist in bandages
Heard you're critical damages when the spider kicks
It's an ill kick, a psychic couldn't fathom it
Sever off a hardcore click, collabo with Skarekrow music
You not lose it, you're usеless
Why don't you step on the track and givе me your two cents
I make big dents in your skeletal housey, with delivery poudy
Like Ma$e piledriving at the gay rave party

[Chorus: Warcloud & Skarekrow]
Vulgar and Warcloud Somping Tip Toe through the Underground
Beats knock with Skarekrow sounds
Because that destination
Got your facing elimination in our town
Vulgar and Warcloud Somping Tip Toe through the Underground
Beats knock with Skarekrow sounds
Because that destination
Got your facing elimination in our town

[Verse 2: Warcloud]
Cherokee white rose mixed with black garlic
I met a church woman named Charlotte who was a harlot
She led the black Indian into a Spanish whore house
I drank a few beers, it was late one Christmas Eve
I carry a rotting Skeleton Lode inside my truck wagon
Trouble ahead, my castle has grown from cinnamon stone
My raps eat cannibal corpses so colonial
The behaviour of certain systems is ceremonial
Knock off tops, rare Galapagos, I'm doming homes
Swordplay, broken bones, massacres shatters chromosomes
Ultimate heavy cannon megaton blast
Sharp metal molecules tatter and splatter you mathematical
Stone bone nightmare crack like the San Andreas
Kayos is also the discipline that studies chaos
Heavy pin shoulders, Chinese fist boxing'
Gun finger clamming, my Clan is obnoxious toxins
Red cosmopolitan snake in the duel with one eye
Angel and the bad man, razor vocals are coastal
Crash choking, approach you
Warcloud like John Wesley Hardin bombarded 48 men
Gunned one man down for snoring too loud
In an old whiskey town, yo Lord, word
My heavy sword is full of devils in their hells
Madly murdering on a black stallion valiant