[Intro: Holocaust]
The Holocaust
Crash
[Hook: Holocaust]
Frequency modulation, Mephistopheles
Mi dispiace, overwhelm realm as thick as thieves
Haphazard ball and chain, the warrior king God whoever claim
His dismal drown you, bleed, then squeeze, sound catastrophes
A kind of loose gown worn by the Japanese
Crash, some prickly apple trees
Thanks a lot, it drops for you who went to nowhere and forgot
I get the props, blacken flowers and Glocks crash
Frequency modulation, Mephistopheles
38 old shells overwhelm realm as thick as thieves
Haphazard ball and chain, the warrior king God whoever claim
His dismal drown you, bleed then squeeze, sound catastrophes
A kind of loose gown worn by the Japanese
Crash, some prickly apple trees
Thanks a lot, it drops for you who went to nowhere and forgot
I get the props, blacken flowers and Glocks crash
[Verse 1: 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 a giant object flashed across the sky
It exploded near the river with a thunderous roar
The blast destroyed whole villages, a wondrous galore
And blackened the circle of ground forty miles wide
Many years later some kept it alibi
Unkindest styles come 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 bedridden 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 in thanks
The Devil may care, a warrior's prayer
That Back to the Future DeLorean flare
From the duel edged Deadpool, severed, never bled
Pandemonium there, simply the radio was invented in Italy
Crash!
[Hook]
[Break: Holocaust]
By the craggy 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 craggy hillside, through the lost 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
Crash!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 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 yclept
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 alibis, so I rise to canyon's high
Yo, Holocaust laugh
Aa 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 his château, 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 humongous 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
