[Intro: Holocaust, (Ms. Roxy)]
(Digital, Bobby Digital)
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, Killa Beez
(It's all about Bobby D
I'm floating in your galaxy)
Holocaust, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Holocaust]
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 emcees 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 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 crushing 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
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