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IP:
Holocaust's verse on "Silkworm" on the first Bobby Digital CD...
You've fallen down an endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically my killa bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity titanium stomach devouring Guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased, 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
80 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 3 mics flee I infect with green germs, ringworm
Cause I'm filthy and guilty with dastardly mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastard masterpiece
Stop graftin me chump ass niggas eyein' me tempts me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glaicier used for my hide-out
Rock crushin' German suplex watch spines slide out the side rout
Forearm bash with 20 jabs, on the ave or your lab
get stabbed with bloody bath
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 emcees stuck to my hatchet
Drastic indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin razor cd's like ninja stars
Dr. Doom's verse on that same song
Yo, yo, yo- you can't escape from the Doctor of Doom
My lyrics loom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
At full moons on all you dumb-dumbs
Wash your filthy rhymes away like soap scum
The war-lord swing flamin swords like a shogun
of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin parchment
My killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, take precaution, we attack like black martians
Corner the market, by usin digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, yall 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 heads fried
For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it, mother fuckers
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