Eclectic mother's son with blue eyes
Harmonic eyes instead
No weiner basters sit on your thighs
No f** it up my son instead
Angel Mary's face would have your pride
With catastrophic fun instead
We bomb it up to put in your face
Big burning Bertha kick your a**
Catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
No f** it up, my brother, he said
No chili balls instead
That chunky lump that you ate
Will soon be back to make you ache
Now Brother Back, he gives you reason
Another person taste
No bigger brother time in season
Just roll it back and make it waste
Catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
No son-a-b**h could spell your reason
For give it up without a name
No other big black is in season
I'll spit it out before it breaks
Catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Catastrophe seas, yeah
This is the last chance for your treason
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
You burn my a**, I burn your face
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Catastrophe seas