RZA - Holocaust (Silkworm)

[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 Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name 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 I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me 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 While, I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds bath 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 Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel 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 Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers 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 Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded Cobra commander, stop the propaganda Nexus floated, poison darts quoted Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated 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 Corner of the market, by usin digital strategies So, tape with caution, we attack like