[Holocaust  (Ms. Roxy)]
 (Bobby Digital)  Wu Tang Killer Bees
 (Its all about Bobby  I'm floatin in your galaxy)

 You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
 Grahically  my killer bee family stings the galaxy
 Insanity  titanium stomach  devourin guiness
 My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
 Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
 Made MC's 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, shoutin my name
 Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
 Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
 Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
 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 bastards masterpiece
 Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me
 I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
 Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
 Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
 Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in 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 MC's stuck to my hatchet
 Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
 While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars

 [Rza]
 chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh

 Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo
 Blows out your candle, check, yo
 Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo
 Blows out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
 Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
 Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window
 To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon
 Infertiate your style to that of Led Zeplin
 Encyclopedia Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher
 Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
 You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
 MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel
 Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal
 nuclear explosion, under my control of your country
 My technique, he vocabulary freak
 Recite for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak
 At most, you'll be trapped off in PatMoss
 Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast
 King Cobra, back blew back and bare foot
 On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers
 Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker
 The pop secret is the fourty-five glock popper
 Control men like rats thats controlled by Ben or Willis
 American Express privelages, blood spillage
 We got more balls then village
 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, eye's bloated
 Nexus floated, poison darts quoted
 American eagle stingin up blue Beetle Bailey
 on the wine mixed with Hennessey daily
 Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan
 We bide the omish that'll harness the promised land

 [Dr. Doom]
 Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of Doom
 My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
 That full moon on all you dumb-dumbs
 Watch your filthy rise away like soap scum
 The war-lord swingin flamin swords just like a shogun
 of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmen
 My killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
 So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians
 Corner of 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 flied
 For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
 Killer bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
 We conquered it, mother fuckers

 [Ghostface Killah]
 Eh yo, 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've been engaged for twelve years
 Tyson bite Holyfield ear
 We love the sport, look out your window
 Now see, pull up to say, yall be amazed me
 Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
 Only man out, walked 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, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words
 From Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin
 Sunny-dance with the serpent, who shot JJ and its my bone
 The same nigga ridin the train, same nigga with his name on the jacket
 Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
 Fell out twice in the basement
 Straight up and down, yall