Holocaust (Silkworm)
(专辑: Bobby Digital: In Stereo - 1998)
[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 guiness 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 Cuz 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
fourty-five glock popper Control men like rats thats 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, yall 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, yall 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, yal