[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

[Break: RZA]

Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh

Yo, yo

Drop down a manhole, yo I rap ammo

Blows out your candle, check, yo

[Verse 2: RZA]

Drop down a manhole, I rap ammo, blows out your candle

Have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Gano

Release the info, .44 increase your heart tempo

Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window

To a hundred beats per second, my mic's secret weapon

Infuriate your style to that of Led Zeppelin

Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna-Barbera

World of Super Adventure couldn't give a proper word

Of the scripture of my manner

You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal

MCs are like popcorn, we popping every kernel

Jot this in your journal, reach hot like a thermal

Nuclear explosion, under my control of your country

Like the Federal Enforcement Management Agency

My technique be vocabulary freak

C-cyphers say my divine is like Dante's Peak

At most, you'll be trapped off in Patmos

Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast

King Cobra black brew pack and barefoot

On the roof dusted out, waiting for chariots

Popping like Orville Redenbacher or Betty Crocker

The Pop Secret is the .45 Glock clocker

Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willard

American Express privileges, blood spillage

We got more balls than billiards, Star-Spangled Banner

Soldier stand up, Cobra Commander stop the propaganda

Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded

Digital warfare torments your head, eyes bloated

Heads exploded, poison darts quoted

American eagle stinging up Blue Beetle Bailey

On the rocks mixed with Hennessey daily

Keep these scaly Israeli niggas from the Clan (Who we are!)

We ride the Amistad and harness the promised land (Yo, yo)

[Verse 3: Doc Doom]

You can't escape from the Doctor of Doom, my lyrics loom on buffoons

And take flight like witches brooms at full moon

On all you Dum-Dums, wash your filthy rhymes away like soap scum

The warlord swing flaming swords just like a shogun

Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arson like flaming arches

My Killa Bee sting remains accurate like a marksman

So take precaution, we attack like black Martians

Corner the market by using digital strategies

Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all niggas 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 MCs will get their head fly

For talking shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit

Killa Beez must reign supreme throughout the continent

We conquered it, motherfuckers

[Pre-Verse: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, ayo

[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]

The beat terminal, exquisite young Cooley High production

Caught up in the hollow head suction

Ten pogo sticks, two black belts that break bricks

Diet Coke meetings with the rich, I'm faithfully

Married to rap, we've been engaged for twelve years

Tyson bit Holyfield's ear, we love the sport

Look out your window, now see, pull up the shade

Y'all be amazed, me Tony Starks spaceship

Ran by a Duracell, the only man out walked through Hell

Dick swinging like shit went well

Call it the mighty Joe Young, double swirl slush

Wonder Woman's sapphire shit with the pearls

It looked real nice yo, heavy on the gravy

Dirt bagged the secretary in the graze

She typed eighty words from whirlwinds to whirlpools

Openly sea, watch the Earth spin, Sunny dance with the serpent

Who shot JJ, it was Mudbone, the same nigga riding the train

Same nigga with his name on his jacket

Swift and changeable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason

Fell out twice in the basement

Straight up and down y'all