The Ocean lyrics

[Intro: movie sample (Holocaust)]The pleasure of killing.. is exhilaratingLayered in high fame... couldn't find a placeTo fill that void... still get that sameRash of energy... (The Holocaust, check out my rhymesI recorded half of the album, in the same studioWhere 2Pac got shot the first time)[Holocaust]Park that range today, construction vehicles in your paradeI cut like a propeller blade, die electric computer rammaCause the death of Superman, city wide prideI paint my gray piece, on the outside, of my tepeeWalking when I'm sleepy, you bitter for fucking weaklingThe bleeding charmer this evening, passage way revealed preceedingLost a zombie called Marmin, a nickle-plated gat'll sprayBy all time calculations, in fact; todayIntriguing, believing a soldier was an incantation of foul magicSee I am a large denial giant hawk, salt water crocodileBack snap, who captures, a banning tragicBefore a rap bastard, I'm hazardousAnd gruesome and vision in back of itA vast ship, I'm outslandish fagg
otBut perhaps, in fact, my ax melt through your skullIs made of bats, I drink Seagram's of indicators kingdomNah, that's a nasty gun, grandpa SacriliteConcrete island, Nassau diagnosticIf barcode was made from, and sold to a man who breaks in a disasterA rap Quasimoto indeed, who they feed, bony fishHe's a fight loud, and when Sacrilite, attacks a lighthouse masterGhost like Casper, my machete turn you white as alabasterA river church, just a far from HighlanderThe Holocaust, check out my rhymes[Chorus x2: Holocaust]Mentally I injure thee, I crash past and simplySink you half way into the ocean like Italy[Holocaust]Tonight's gunfight, is a price fighter who wrapped himself up in bandagesBecause he was invisible, six feet in a box wit a criminalA gun march and a shit-it'll, all your feathers have notches in 'emThe future emblem and general, the modern solverLook at the problem, dangerous using oxygenI take shots of gin, how we get down with a few menBefore we leave here like Batman and
RobinBeneath today, the street weigh lucrativeThe dark Superman of rap, kangol hatsSpin hazzard would, the Green LanternI get a lapdance from Wonder Woman, from the Sarcophagus nightsAnd holes in the wall, something that couldn't be captured, you want itThe dim saint runs deep, from the indian paint brush and treesI'm as big as Great Britain, hold my rib up to the sonLike a girl I bought, candy and a kittenOcean and a barrier, I hit like an explosion in the areaThe bed wridden, unforgiven, beneath the Earth, there is a land that is blackFact, I exact, come to my dark king of chainsaws habitat[Chorus x4]