Holocaust (silkworm) Lyrics - Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo - Rza

featuring Dr. Doom Ghostface Killah Holocaust Ms. Roxy 

[Holocaust (Ms. Roxy)] 

(Bobby Digital) Wu Tang Killer Bees 

(Its all about Bobby I'm floatin in your galaxy) 

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality 

Grahically my killer bee family stings the galaxy 

Insanity titanium stomach devourin Guinness 

My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance 

Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures 

Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features 

Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain 

Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name 

Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns 

Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed 

Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs 

Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm 

'cause I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery 

My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece 

Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me 

I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty 

Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out 

Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route 

Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody 

bath 

While, I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds 

Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees 

Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus 

Got oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet 

Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars 

While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars 

[Rza] 

chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh 

Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo 

Blows out your candle, check, yo 

Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo 

Blows out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel 

Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo 

Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window 

To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon 

Infertiate your style to that of Led Zeplin 

Encyclopedia Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher 

Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner 

You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal 

MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel 

Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal 

nuclear explosion, under my control of your country 

My technique, he vocabulary freak 

Recite for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak 

At most, you'll be trapped off in PatMoss 

Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast 

King Cobra, back blew back and bare foot 

On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers 

Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker 

The pop secret is the forty-five glock popper 

Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willis 

American Express privelages, blood spillage 

We got more balls then village 

Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up 

Cobra commander, stop the propaganda 

Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded 

Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated 

Nexus floated, poison darts quoted 

American eagle stingin up blue Beetle Bailey 

on the wine mixed with Hennessey daily 

Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan 

We bide the omish that'll harness the promised land 

[Dr. Doom] 

Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of Doom 

My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms 

That full moon on all you dumb-dumbs 

Watch your filthy rise away like soap scum 

The war-lord swingin flamin swords just like a shogun 

of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmen 

My killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman 

So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians 

Corner of the market, by usin digital strategies 

Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all niggaz flatter me 

With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock 

>From the outside or the inside, create intense rides 

When my pen glides all MC's will get they heads flied 

For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit 

Killer bees must reign supreme throughout the continent 

We conquered it, mother fuckers 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Eh yo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production 

Caught up in the hollow-head suction 

Ten pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks 

Diet coke meetin's with the rich 

I'm faithfully married to rap 

We've been engaged for twelve years 

Tyson bite Holyfield ear 

We love the sport, look out your window 

Now see, pull up to say, y'all be amazed me 

Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar 

Only man out, walked through hell 

Dick swingin like shit went well 

Call it the mighty Joe Young 

Double-swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls 

It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy 

Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words 

From Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin 

Sunny-dance with the serpent, who shot JJ and its my bone 

The same nigga ridin the train, same nigga with his name on the jacket 

Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason 

Fell out twice in the basement 

Straight up and down, y'all