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

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,whose 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

Gano 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 like - popcorn, we poppin every curnel

Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal nuclear explosion, under my control of your country like the federal enforcement manivant agency

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 ride 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 arches

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, yall