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Holocaust (Silkworm)

アーティスト:RZA  アルバム:Holocaust (Silkworm)  作詞:Unknown  作曲:BROWN A/COLES DENNIS/CUNNINGHAM D/DIGGS ROBERT F 

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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


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