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[ chorus: Holocaust ]
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This is doomsday, for MCs with hollow skills
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Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
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And fake ass fives that they dont even drive
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Hip-hop is war and only strong MCs will survive
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( 2x )
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[ Holocaust ]
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Half dead platoon leader, but woken by enemy heaters
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Juggernot, on the block, lash shots at armed retreaters
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Why teach it to the utmost unified?
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Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats
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Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road
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My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul
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Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole
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Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril
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Strike your tonsils
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Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid
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Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips
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Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships
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My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips
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P loopbart the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse
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Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth
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Still shinin, Im the sun, wars increase by the ton
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Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs
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Yo, yo
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[ chorus ] ( 2x )
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[ P.R. Terrorist ]
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Yo, yo, yo
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We may bomb this, we seem harmless, check the calmest
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My palm hits like a close fist, breakin jauntis
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You crab ass try to think fast you slow down
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All six got trey pounds, its thirty six rounds
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The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the A team
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Murder being provoked face the red beam
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Street hop, excite bike triple my smoke screen
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Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene
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Out of state, switch the plates, Canib on run dunn
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Sped fast, rub on the gas, theyre comin fast
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On they ninja bike, Kawasaki tights a two key prototype
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Sure we still got height, then I made a right
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Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, Im out of state
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Full speed ahead never look back always escape
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[ chorus ] ( 2x )
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[ Beretta 9 ]
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Layin in the dark war trench
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Covered in mud strong corpse stench
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Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched
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From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives
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Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives
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Many lost, many took it wit force
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Some linger wit the disease
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Born infection known as the bee stinger
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Its doomsday you rap singers
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Mockingbirds marking my words
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This shit is war up in the terrorist arena
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[ chorus ] ( 2x )
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This is Doomsday
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Doomsday
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Killarmy |