Holocaust (Silkworm) Lyrics
| Song | Holocaust (Silkworm) |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Coles, Cunningham ... | |
| [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 |
| zuo ci : Brown, Coles, Cunningham ... | |
| Holocaust, Ms. Roxy Bobby Digital, | |
| WuTang 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 | |
| Backsmack 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, chumpass 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 hideout | |
| 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 chickchickchickchickchickchickchhhhh | |
| Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a manhole, yo, | |
| I rap ammo | |
| Blows out your candle, check, yo | |
| Dropped down a manhole, | |
| I rap ammo | |
| Blows out your candle, have | |
| WuTang 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 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 fourtyfive glock popper | |
| Control men like rats thats controlled by | |
| Ben or Willis | |
| American Express privelages, blood spillage | |
| We got more balls then village | |
| Starspangled banner, soldier stand up | |
| Cobra commander, stop the propaganda | |
| Thirty shot banana clip, fullloaded, 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 dumbdumbs | |
| Watch your filthy rise away like soap scum | |
| The warlord 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 hollowhead suction | |
| Ten pogo sticks, two blackbelts 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 | |
| Doubleswirl 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 Whirlwinds to whirlpools, see wise watch the earth spin | |
| Sunnydance 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 |
| zuò cí : Brown, Coles, Cunningham ... | |
| Holocaust, Ms. Roxy Bobby Digital, | |
| WuTang 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 | |
| Backsmack 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, chumpass 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 hideout | |
| 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 chickchickchickchickchickchickchhhhh | |
| Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a manhole, yo, | |
| I rap ammo | |
| Blows out your candle, check, yo | |
| Dropped down a manhole, | |
| I rap ammo | |
| Blows out your candle, have | |
| WuTang 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 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 fourtyfive glock popper | |
| Control men like rats thats controlled by | |
| Ben or Willis | |
| American Express privelages, blood spillage | |
| We got more balls then village | |
| Starspangled banner, soldier stand up | |
| Cobra commander, stop the propaganda | |
| Thirty shot banana clip, fullloaded, 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 dumbdumbs | |
| Watch your filthy rise away like soap scum | |
| The warlord 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 hollowhead suction | |
| Ten pogo sticks, two blackbelts 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 | |
| Doubleswirl 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 Whirlwinds to whirlpools, see wise watch the earth spin | |
| Sunnydance 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 |
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