[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  
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features  
Still deceases kill [bad word]  planets and racial creatures  
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain  
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns  
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name  
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  
'cause I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery  
My felony melody has to be a [bad word] masterpiece  
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty  
Stop graftin me, chump [bad word] niggaz eyein me, temp me  
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out  
Rock [bad word] 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  
While, I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds  
bath   [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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  
Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal  
MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel  
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  
Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker  
On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers  
 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  
Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded   [bad word]  stop the propaganda  
Nexus floated, poison darts quoted  
Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated  
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  
Corner of the market, by usin digital strategies  
So, tape with caution, we attack like