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[Holocaust]
Frequency modulation, Mephistopheles
Mi dispiace, overwhelm realm as thick as thieves
Hap hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God
Whoever claim, this 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 from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot
I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash
Frequency modulation, Mephistopheles
Thirty eights toe-shells, overwhelm realm as thick as thieves
Hap hazard ball and chain, the warrior king God
Whoever claim, this 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 from you, who, went to nowhere and forgot
I get the props, blacken flowers and glocks, crash

[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
The giant object flashed across the sky
It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar
The blast destroyed whole villages, and wondrous galore
And blackened a 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 atmosphere'd and thanks, the devil may care
The warrior's prayer, that back to the future Delorean flare
From the duel edge dead-pool, severed, never bled
Pandemonium there, simply the radio was invented in Italy

[Holocaust]
By the craggy hillside, through the moss is 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 crackly hillside, through the loss affair
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

[Holocaust]
Aye-yo 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 eclipsed, 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, a 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 the chateau, 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

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