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[Intro: Holocaust]

The Holocaust... Crash!


[Chorus: Holocaust]

Frequency modulation, Mephistopholis

Mi dispiace, over welm realm as thick as thieves

Half hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God

Whoever claim, this dismal drown you, bleed

Then squeeze, sound catastrophes

A kind, the loose gown worn by the Japanese

Crash, some prickly apple trees

Thanks alot and drops from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot

I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash

Frequency modulation, Mephistopholis

Thirty eights on shells, over welm realm as thick as thieves

Half hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God

Whoever claim, this dismal drown you, bleed

Then squeeze, sound catastrophes

A kind, the loose gown worn by the Japanese

Crash, some prickly apple trees

Thanks alot and drops from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot

I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash


[Holocaust:]

Undead creatures are immune to sleep spells, he hath given to the poor

We clash driven to the core, surely he shall not be moved forever

Clever, a samurai lost his eye, in a time

The giant object flashed across the sky

It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar

The blast detroyed whole villages, a wonderous galore

And blackened the circle of ground, forty miles wide, many years later

Some kept it alibi, unkind, the styles, comes and challenge mine

It is still a mystery, mysteries of this type occur from time to time

Who would believe it, you see a car scoping approaching from the rear

But when you check your mirror again before changing lanes

You no longer see it, from the sanitarium, a form of malaria

Killed half of all the people who lived on Earth

Sick bed written curse, brick dead risen church

Ghost and spirits roam the world on the night of October 31st

Some door gunner hearse, ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes

My style is atmosphered and thanks, the devil may can

The warrior's prayer, that back to the future galorian flare

From the duel edge deadpool, severed, never bled

Panamonium there, simply the radio was invented and crashed


[Chorus]


[Holocaust:]

By the crackly hillside, through the mosses bare

I have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there

Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite

He shall find the sharpest thorns, in his bed at night

By the crackly hillside, through the loss of fear

I have planted thorn trees for pleasure, here and there

Is any man so daring as to dig them up in spite

He shall find the sharpest thorns, in his bed at night


[Chorus]


[Holocaust:]

Aiyo chief, you bellyache before you go to sleep

A door gunner, honing heats, a night dynamite, explode unique

You can't sledge or hurt me, my gun filthy blaze

You can't beg for mercy, for none will be saved

Vampire bats live in South and Central America

Gunmen armed and daring ya, I skitch, hit you hard with left

Before you start a step, if Marcus slept

They route, part ecliped, can't go two nights

Without food, or they'll starve to death

You leave me marked, I intercept, I stab you in the eye

You die, no alibies, so I rise, to canyon's high

Yo, Holocaust laugh, a hippopotamus can bite an adult male crocodile

In half, in France during the dance to the 16th Century

At night, the nightmare of the killer wolf of France

Where zombie ladies dance, where the antelopes prance

There's a man with a long sword and lance

I left the chateau, with a mystery woman

Across the hall, a painted house, I are not scared easily

Behind the blind lady's blouse, house movies in the afternoon

Or a old Mickey Mouse cartoon, I'm an intelligent skeleton

Or a humangous, charging mad bull elephant

I'm fast advanced, you rap platoon of balloon goons, crash, crash

A drifter down in Tokyo, roll over in dirty Pinocchio

Why my rhyme is opium, keep joking, yo

Think you who to battle me, is hard as established, and the wicked shall see

I'm unstoppable, it was an obstacle

That's when you find out, that it's impossible

The river zombies worship a colossal fossil

Yo, we get hostile, a solemn festival like the Pentecostal

A slugger like the Green Lantern, a thug

Dracula would have to drink his own weight in blood

Crash, to pass through the mud, it is a swamp scene

It is a thing, a green ring, a ring set with a pointed circle gem bling

"The desire of the wicked shall perish", said the king