Ghostface k**ah - Holocaust (Silkworm) lyrics

[Intro: Holocaust, (Ms. Roxy)] (Bobby Digital) Wu-Tang k**a Beez (It's all about Bobby, I'm floating in your galaxy) [Verse 1: Holocaust] You falling down a endless tunnel of doom reality Graphically my k**a Bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach devouring Guinness My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still disease k**s viruses, planets and racial creatures Made MCs sprout tumours 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 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 ba*tard's masterpiece Stop grafting me, chump-a** n***as 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 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 sipping herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds b**hes 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's throwing razor CDs like ninja stars [Break: RZA] Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh Yo, yo, yo, drop down a manhole, yo I rap ammo Blows out your candle, check, yo [Verse 2: RZA] 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 a**, you jumped through a closed window To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon Infuriate your style to that of Led Zeppelin Encyclopaedia 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 delight popcorn, we popping every kernel Jot this in your journal, we hot like a thermal Nuclear explosion, undermine 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 bare foot On the roof dusted out, waiting for chariots Popping like Orville Redenbacher or Betty Crocker The Pop Secret is the .45 Glock popper Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willard American Express privileges, blood spillage We got more bars then 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 thee scaly Israeli n***as from the Clan We bide the Amish that'll harness the promised land [Dr. Doom] You can't escape from the Doctor of Doom, my lyrics zoom 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 k**a 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 n***as 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 sh**, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit k**a Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent We conquered it, motherf**ers [Ghostface k**ah] 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 sh** went well Call it the mighty Joe Young, double swirl slush Wonder Woman's sapphire sh** 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 n***a riding the train Same n***a 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