Artist: RZA f/ Ms. Roxy, Black Knights, Ghostface Killah
Album:  RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo
Song:   Holocaust (Silkworm)
Typed By: Kwantan_avatar@yahoo.dk

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

[Holocaust]
You've fallen down an endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach devourin' Guinness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased, kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste ya peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name
Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard all your seeds'll be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
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 bastard's masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump-ass niggaz, eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier, used for my hideout
Rock crush a 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 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 too my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin' Razor CD's like Ninja Stars

*Check sounds about nine times*

[RZA (Doc Doom)]
Yo, drop down a manhole, yo I rap ammo
Blow out your candle, check yo
Drop down a manhole, I rap ammo blows out your candle
Have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Gano
Release the info, 4-4 increase ya tempo
Scared your ass, you jump through a closed windows
To a hundred beats per second, my mics secret weapon
Infuriate your style to that of Led Zeplin
Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna Barbara, world of superest incher
Couldn't give a proper word, off the scripture of my manner
You just a flicker, to my infernal, we burn for eternal
MC's are like popcorn, we poppin' every colonel
Jot this in your journal, we hot like a thermal
Nuclear explosion, under my control of your country
Like the federal enforcement, management agency
My technique, be vocabulary freak
Recite for state my divine is like Dante's Peak
At most you'll be trapped off in Pat Moss
Get smacked in the back of your neck wit the black toast
King Cobra, black blue back and bare-foot
On the roof dusted out waitin' for carriers
Poppin' like Orville Redden Bocker or Betty Crocker
The pop secret is the forty-five glock popper
Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willis
American express privilege, blood spillage
We got more balls than Village
Star Spangled Banner, soldier stand up
Cobra commander stop the propaganda
Thirty shot banana clip, four loaded, radar scanner get decoded
Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts coated
American Eagle stingin' up Blue Beetle Bailey
On the rocks mixed with Hennesey daily
Gifted scaly Israeli niggaz from the clan (Mookie y'all)
We ride the Amistad (yo) that will harness (yo) the Promised Land

[Doc Doom]
You can't escape from the Doctor of Doom
My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witch's brooms
That full moon, on all you dumb-dumbs
Wash ya filthy rhymes away like soap scum
The Warlord swing flamin' swords just like a Shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures 'cause arches like flamin' arches
My Killa Bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So tape with caution, we attack like black Martians
Corner the market, by usin' Digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all 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 head flied
For talkin' shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killa Beez must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it, muthafuckas

[Ghostface Killah (Ms. Roxy)]
Ayo ayo, 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 been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bit Holyfield ear, we love the sport
Look out ya window, now see
Pull up too say, "Y'all Bee amaze me, Tony Stark Spaceship"
Ran by the daughter's cellar, only man out, walk 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
Bagged the secretary in the crazy, type eighty words
Through whirl winds and whirl pools
Openly see, why's the Earth spin? Sunny danced with the serpent
Who shot JJ in his mud bone, the same nigga ridin' the train
Same nigga with his name on his jacket, switch to changeable
Inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out twice in the basement (Digital)
Straight up and down y'all

[Outro: Ms. Roxy ]
Bobby Digital, Bobby