Catastrophe (Explicit Version)

I slay punks who don't know their own identity

You spit my name and use it like an obscenity

You got more skulls in your closet than a

KennedyYou're on my nuts, so you better hold tenderly

I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten

You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten

You're in a cold sweat like

James of the names you knew

Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue

Of what's about to happen, interaction

Two worlds collide, one survives the reaction

Hold tight, keep yourself together'

Cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather

I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be

You set yourself up for catastrophe

Set yourself up for catastrophe

And that's the only way that is has to be

The whole damn world is mad at me

But I don't give a damn,

I'm just glad to be

All pain and the fame a society

Actuality, it's a formality

How can I say, "You ain't shit to me"

Without you takin' it personally?

Ten, proper years of bringin' funk

I still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump

I got the loads on the skull,

I got my hand on the pump

Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks

I don't wanna be the

King of the

SingJust a

Soul Assassin for the

Cypress Team

I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream

They love that old

South Side gangsta lean

Call the Psycobeta,

I guess you're crackin'

Turn into

Mad Dog when

I start rappin'

Look at hostile, ah, damn wild

Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child

Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar

Hold on and

I'll turn y'all punks all wild

I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be

You set yourself up for catastrophe

Set yourself up for catastrophe

And that's the only way that is has to be

The whole damn world is mad at me

But I don't give a damn,

I'm just glad to be

All pain and the fame a society

Actuality, it's a formality

How can I say, "You ain't shit to me"

Without you takin' it personally?10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on

I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers

Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers

I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches

I got the medicine over the swallow bitches

You play roles like an actor but get no

OscarGun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster

You're just an impostor, you lost your composure

Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure

But you're in denial and still remain vile

In a place within last style and senseless wild

I take you down the long trail, you failed to keep up

That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper

I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be

You set yourself up for catastrophe

I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be

You set yourself up for catastrophe

I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be

You set yourself up for catastrophe

I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be

You set yourself up for catastrophe

Set yourself up for catastrophe

And that's the only way that is has to be

The whole damn world is mad at me

Man, I don't give a damn,

I'm just glad to be

All pain and the fame a society

Actuality, it's a formality

How can I say, "You ain't shit to me"

Without you takin' it personally?