Catastrophe (Explicit Version)

I slay punks who dont know their own identity
You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
You got more skulls in your closet than a
KennedyYoure on my nuts, so you better hold tenderly
I can tell you whats crackin and done get splitten
You corrosin on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
Youre in a cold sweat like
James of the names you knew
Dont mean shit to me and you aint got a clue
Of whats about to happen, interaction
Two worlds collide, one survives the reaction
Hold tight, keep yourself together
Cause were 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 thats the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I dont give a damn,
Im just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society
Actuality, its a formality
How can I say, 'You aint shit to me'
Without you takin it personally?
Ten, proper years of bringin funk
I still count mine, its 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 dont 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 youre crackin
Turn into
MadDog when
I start rappin
Look at hostile, ah, damn wild
Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child
Dont get caught up hangin on the mortar
Hold on and
Ill turn yall 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 thats the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I dont give a damn,
Im just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society
Actuality, its a formality
How can I say, 'You aint shit to me'
Without you takin it personally?10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on
Im tired of whack rappers and fame seekers
Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers
I dont 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
Youre just an impostor, you lost your composure
Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure
But youre 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
Thats 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 thats the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
Man, I dont give a damn,
Im just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society
Actuality , its a formality
How can I say, 'You aint shit to me'
Without you takin it personally?