Luyện nghe bài hát Holocaust (Silkworm)

Digital, Bobby Digital, Wu Tang, Bees
It's all Bobby, I'm floatin' in your galaxy

You fallin' down a tunnel of doom reality
Grahically, my Killer Bee stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, Guinness
My is solid stone despite my outer appearance

Still deceases viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, facial features
Waste your peoples, out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my

Holocaust, man, loose veins, littered with thorns
Back smack you so hard, all seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean
three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm

'Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly,
My felony has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump ass niggaz me, temp me
I'll it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty

Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier used for my
Rock crush or German suplex, watch spines slide out the route
Forearm bash with jabs on the ave or your lab
Get in bloody bath

While, I'm sippin' herbal teas, bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and knees
Circle thieves like vultures in rest on a cactus

Got Oscar nominee, MC's to my hatchet
Drastic, pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin' razor like Ninja Stars
Chick, chick, chick, chh

Yo, yo, dropped a manhole, yo
I rap ammo, blows out candle, check, yo
down a manhole, I rap ammo
Blows out your candle, Wu Tang tagged up
On your tombstone by

Release the info, 4 4, your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a window
To a beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon
Infertiate your to that of Led Zeppelin

Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna Barbera, of superest incher
Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my
You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for
MC's delight popcorn, we every curnel

Jot us in your journal, we hot like a
Nuclear explosion, under my of your country

My technique, he vocabulary
Recite for state, my divine is Dante's Peak
At most, be trapped off in PatMoss
Get in the back of your neck with the black toast

King Cobra, back back and bare foot
On the dusted out, waitin' for carriers
Poppin' like Orville Redd'n or Betty Crocker
The pop secret is the forty five glock

Control men like rats that's by Ben or Willis
American Express privileges, blood
We got more balls then
Star spangled banner, stand up
Cobra commander, stop the

shot banana clip, full loaded
Radar get decoded
Digital warfare torments your head, bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts

American eagle stingin' up Beetle Bailey
On the wine with Hennessey daily
thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan
We bide the Omish that'll the promised land

Yo, yo, yo, you escape from the Dr. of Doom
My bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
That full on all you dumb, dumbs
Watch your rise away like soap scum

The warlord swingin' swords just like a shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like archmen
My Killer Bee sting accurate like a marksman
So, tape caution, we attack like Black Martians

Corner of the market, by usin' digital
sparks my acid battery, y'all, niggaz flatter me
With all that tough talk, I drop bombs Mookie Blaylock
From the outside or the inside, intense rides
When my pen glides, all MC's get they heads flied

For talkin' shit, always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer Bees must reign supreme the continent
We conquered it,

Aiyo, aiyo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie production
Caught up in the hollow head
Ten pogo sticks, two black that break bricks
Coke meetin's with the rich

I'm faithfully to rap
We've been engaged for years
bite Holyfield ear
We love the sport, look out window
Now see, up to say, y'all be amazed me

Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a cellar
man out, walked through hell
Dick swingin' like shit well
Call it the Mighty Joe

Double slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged words
From whirl winds to whirl

Openly see, the earth spin
dance with the serpent
Who shot JJ and it's my
The same ridin' the train

Same with his name on the jacket
Switch to chaseable, the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out in the basement, straight up and down, y'all
Digital, Digital, Bobby