[Intro]
Killarmy, Killarmy
Iron clad soldiers
..on the battlefields
Killarmy, Killarmy
Yeah, yo
[Chorus: Holocaust]
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
[Verse 1: Holocaust]
Half-dead platoon leader awoken by enemy heaters
Juggernaut on the block, blast shots at all retreaters
Why teach it to the utmost unified, fuck coasts
Conquered galaxies leaving a band of ruthless cutthroats
Brains explode, bloody spatters on the road
My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul
Heart's cold, blast shots through your nose hole, I'm hostile
The slugs ricochet through your nostrils, strike your tonsils
Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid
Smash hits that open you like bullets with glass tips
Killgrave, the black sea serpent who swallows ships
My fists become Glocks and my knuckles hollow tips
Part the dirt and raise dead soldiers with a curse
Bury thieves with no headstones so they give back to the Earth
Still shining, I'm the Sun, wars increase by the ton
Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs (Yo, yo)
[Chorus: Holocaust]
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcee will survive
[Verse 2: Beretta 9]
We may bomb this but seem harmless, check the calmest
My palm hits like a closed fist, break your jaw with this
You crab ass try to think fast, you best to slow down
All six got trey pounds, it's 36 rounds
Of pristine, unheard, unseen, the 'A-Team'
Murdock, B.A. Barac', Face, the Red Beam
Street hop, excite bike, took all my smokescreens
Sped fast, 500 crabs have fled the crime scene
Out of state, switch the plates, cannon ball run dunn
Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast
On their ninja bike, Kawasaki-type Suzuki prototype
Sure we still got height, then I made a right
Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, I'm out of state
Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape
[Chorus: Holocaust]
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
[Verse 3: P.R. Terrorist]
Laid in the dark war trench, covered in mud strong corpse stench
Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched
From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives
Dodge and throw knives, hand-to-hand combat taking lives
Many lost, many took it with force, some linger
With the disease bomb infection known as the bee stinger
It's Doomsday you rap singers, Mockingbirds marking my words
This shit is war up in the Terrorist arena
[Chorus: Holocaust]
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they don't even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive
