Artist: Killarmy f/ Holocaust Album: Dirty Weaponry Song: Doomsday Typed by: jobrush@suffolk.lib.ny.us, Tha Masta [Intro: Holocaust] Killarmy, Killarmy Iron clad soldiers On our ways to the battlefield Killarmy, Killarmy [Chorus 2X: Holocaust] This is doomsday, for MCs with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they dont even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive [Holocaust] Half dead platoon leader, but woken by enemy heaters Juggernot, on the block, blast shots at all retreaters Wise teacher to the utmost, Unified, fuck ghosts, Conquered galaxies, leading a band of ruthless cut throats Brains explode, bloody splatters on the road My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul Heart's cold, blast shots through your nosehole I'm hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril, strike your tonsils Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips Killgrave, the black sea serpent who swallow ships My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips Part the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse Bury thieves wit no headstones so they give back to the earth Still shinin, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs Yo, yo Chorus 2X [Beretta 9] Yo, yo, yo We may bomb this, but seem harmless, check the calmess My palm hits like a closed fist, break ya jaw wit this You crab ass, try to think fast you besta slow down All six got trey pounds, its thirty six rounds The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the A team Murder being provoked face the red beam Street hot, excite bike so open my smoke screen Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene Out of state, switch the plates, canibal run dunn Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast On their ninja bike, Kawasaki tights a two key prototype Shit was lookin' hype, then I made a right Hit the brake, threw a head fake, blast the clutch, I'm out of state Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape Chorus 2X [Dom Pachino] Layin in the dark war trench Covered in mud strong corpse stench Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched From soldiers' insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives Many lost, many tooken wit force Some linger wit the disease Bomb infection known as the bee stinger Its doomsday you rap singers Mockingbirds mocking my words This shit is war up in the terrorist arena Chorus 2X [Outro: Holocaust] This is Doomsday