Intro: P.R. Terrorist I do, I know, I know what time it is Terrorist, The Bastard Swordsman Holocaust, yo, yo
[P.R. Terrorist] Rap diligently, return of the arm the star trilogy, scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies Attack you mentally, draw up and stand just like a centipede Then strike fast, leave ya weak ass up in a sling in the infirmary, telling war stories like you was king up in my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest Flame and fury, torch off ya skin tissue and cartilage Throw darts the sharpest, aimed at ya head, ya man parted Looking retarded, telling him you never should've started what you couldn't end, handled my friend since age 10 But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover when shit got hot, all palms sweating on the rubber
[Holocaust] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang yo
Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (Holocaust)
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit (I'm duckin all of em Swingin back, double edged axe we cuttin all of em) *repeat 2x*
[Holocaust] Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees Roam the battlesight word, shatter mics I've had a tragic life blood splatter nice ghetto life live on a sattelite Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins the child who floated in the air lock without oxygen For seventeen years all I learned was profanity Graduated from the academy of insanity Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise I'm hideous glancing gouge out ya own eyes West Coast that grotesque group flow's wet Bury you and some in Norweiga wit a broke neck Wu-Tang, seven death blows explore the globe, Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-skeptic Anorexic, war machine, depressed, drunken mess Learn from the best, snatchin ya fossil from ya flesh Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranian Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium Gyros, hun blood and oil flow as one
Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong
[9th Prince] Yo, Ally Commanders come dress to kill at the Armageddon Wedding We're the old temple platoon ya die soon Our battlegrounds in the womb of the moon Most of yall niggas is cloons gettin hit by typhoons, machine guillotines Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs Like you used to read the Psalms I got firearm like Megatron, asthma attack rap snaps, windpipes crack, Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack Third eyes like binoculars, visions of the lyrical opera Sponsor the conquer, I blow spots like the Unabomber The stage is made of steel cage, battlegrounds of Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake I drop antrax bombs on your plantation, then murder you twice, to make sure there's no reincarnation
Chorus: Killa Sin (Shogun Assasson) 2x
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit (I'm duckin all of em, Coming back, double edged sword and cuttin all of em)
[Shogun Assasson] My mind is bad, because it's great to see that full My old dad, and charter his story And made him believe in a my-story That's how you know times is bad When Gods is being killed by crabs that invest these streets, it ain't safe no more So before you leave your front door the war is cold So grab your heats, your God-U now and your teflon cause the war's on like Red Dawn, I'm a threat to America like Saddam I be the verbal terrorist doing the strength of his language Now I'm mad like Max, when I attack tracks To the death of Wu wax, I drop facts like bombs on Saigon, it be the music that makes me sick And act like a paranoid schizophrenic, I leave your mind in a state of panic, like a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic
(Chorus: 3x)
Outro: Shogun Assasson
Mother fuckas Comin straight for ya jugular vein With my double edged bladeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
