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 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 blade
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