| Song | Bastard Swordsman |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| 作曲 : Alexander, Bean, Brown ... | |
| 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 | |
| [9th Prince] | Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Alexander, Bean, Brown ... | |
| 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 | |
| WuTang, 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 | |
| WuTang, seven death blows explore the globe, | |
| Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose | |
| The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic | |
| Barbaric, esoteric, halfsorcerer, halfskeptic | |
| 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 | |
| [9th Prince] | Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong |
| 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 mystory | |
| 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 | |
| GodU 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 |