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

Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker

The pop secret is the forty-five glock popper

Control men like rats that's 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, y'all 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, y'all 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, y'all

Writer : R. DIGGS, D. COLES, A. BROWN, D. CUNNINGHAM
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS