RZA, Doc Doom, Ms. Roxy, Holocaust, Ghostface Killah - Holocaust (Silkworm) lyrics

(Bobby Digital) Wu Tang Killa Beez
(It's all about Bobby
I'm floating in your galaxy)

You falling down an endless
Tunnel of doom reality
Graphically my Killa Bee family
Stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach devouring Guinness
My flesh is solid stone
Despite my outer appearance
Still disease, kill viruses
Planets and racial creatures
Made MCs 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
Shouting my name
Holocaust, black man whose veins
Littered with thorns back smack you so hard
All of your seeds will be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds
Fling verbs like mean curves
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 bastard's masterpiece
Stop grafting me, chump-ass niggas eyeing me
Tempt me i'll break it down simply
I'm horrifyingly empty
Spitting darts on the tip of a
Glacier used for my hideout
Rock crushin' German suplex
Watch spines slide out
The side route, forearm bash with twenty jabs
On the ave or your lab
Get stabbed and bloodied bad
While I'm sipping 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 MCs stuck to my hatchet
Drastic indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby throwing razor CDs
Like ninja stars

Chick chick chick chick chick chick-chhhhh
Yo, yo, drop down a manhole, yo I rap ammo
Blows out your candle, check, yo

Drop down a manhole, I rap ammo
Blows out your candle
Have Wu Tang tagged up on
Your tombstone by Gano release the info
44 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass
You jumped through a closed window
To a hundred beats per second
My mic's secret weapon
Infuriate your style to that of Led Zeppelin
Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna-Barbera
World of Super Adventure couldn't
Give a proper word
Of the scripture of my manner
You're just a flicker to my inferno
We burn for eternal
MCs are like popcorn, we popping every kernel
Jot this in your journal
Reach hot like a thermal nuclear explosion
Under my control of your country
Like the Federal Enforcement
Management Agency
My technique be vocabulary freak
C-cyphers say my divine is like Dante's Peak
At most, you'll be trapped off in Patmos
Get smacked in the back of your
Neck with the black toast
King Cobra black brew pack and barefoot
On the roof dusted out, waiting for chariots
Popping like Orville Redenbacher
Or Betty Crocker
The Pop Secret is the 45 Glock clocker
Control men like rats that's controlled
By Ben or Willard
American Express privileges, blood spillage
We got more bars than billets
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
Eyes bloated
Heads exploded, poison darts quoted
American eagle stinging up Blue Beetle Bailey
On the rocks mixed with Hennessey daily
Keep these scaly Israeli niggas from the Clan
We ride the Amistad and
Harness the promised land

You can't escape from the Doctor of Doom
My lyrics loom on buffoons
And take flight like witches
Brooms at full moon on all you Dum-Dums
Wash your filthy rhymes away like soap scum
The warlord swing flaming swords
Just like a shogun of the darkness
My scriptures cause arson like flaming arches
My Killa Bee sting remains
Accurate like a marksman so take precaution
We attack like black Martians
Corner the market by using digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery
Y'all niggas 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 MCs
Will get their head fly for talking shit
Lyrics always strike throughout
My dungeon pit killa Bees must reign supreme
Throughout the continent
We conquered it, motherfuckers

The beat terminal
Exquisite young Cooley High production
Caught up in the hollow head suction
Ten pogo sticks
Two black belts that break bricks
Diet Coke meetings with the rich
I'm faithfully married to Rap
We've been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bit Holyfield's ear, we love the sport
Look out your window, now see
Pull up the shade
Y'all be amazed, me Tony Starks spaceship
Ran by a Duracell
The only man out walked through Hell
Dick swinging like shit went well
Call it the mighty Joe Young
Double swirl slush
Wonder Woman's sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real nice yo, heavy on the gravy
Dirt bagged the secretary in the graze
She typed eighty words from
Whirlwinds to whirlpools
Openly sea, watch the Earth spin
Sunny dance with the serpent
Who shot JJ it was Mudbone
The same nigga riding the train
Same nigga with his name on his jacket
Swift and changeable
Inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out twice in the basement
Straight up and down y'all