Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz, and Gunz The Holocaust

[Intro: Holocaust]
Black Knights
West Coast, Kill or Be Killed
Black Knights, Black Knights
You hear from the distance

[Verse 1: Holocaust]
My brain sprouts branches blossoming tragic thoughts
Takes bully lyrics lunch money, pistols or microphone
Welcome to L.A., battle the unexplained
Scarecrows and apples, meet Mr. Constrictus
Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups
Give 'em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit
Make soup, blueberry while dining with classic monsters
Better check my sponsor, chop before you can answer
Brothers in the Contra, bullet holes in the stop sign
Gods in the neighborhood, pistol in the sunset
Lyrics that bench press dump trucks with one thrust
Faster than sound, light or speed that your gun busts
Among us, West Coast wreck hopes, infect dope
Whining cause your last Holocaust cassette broke
The hunchback tic-tac heads come to get you
943 missiles made of crystal
Light a match to those, the crowd put all their lighters up
Stomp through the graveyard in the rain, the Architect
Bricks in the mud, the cold weather is scorching
The boxcar children and orphans, wrote a portrait
Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice
Slimey like a catfish, dollers in the mattress
A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee
Grand-high count, feed Macadamias to parakeets
French lemonade, skeletons on the highway
Club gets rowdy I'll box my way out
Poor Righteous Teacher, devils better fear us
Or my pistol splatter your brains across the mirrors