XxJazz - Catastrophe lyrics

[Verse 1: Roger Rebel] This that saggy rap, have a knack for treatin' rappers like hacky sack Back that f*ggy action back, spit that demon habitat I'm going in like I'm in that, ten feet of that swimming pool Flows rival a swimming pool, no need for an interlude Not kidding you, so wipe that, drool from ya sally gland I keep a chick on all fours, positioned like a sally mand And crept into the rap game with a bad mug and a band dan Beepers & Jungle Fever, the mutha f**in' Taliban Four score, submission, put the rap game in a cross face Ran so many circles 'round them they f**ed around and lost lace You lost pace, and even rap genius couldn't ketchup This mayonased that rap test, you must-ard then Wrapped up [Verse 2: Izzy Jone$] Just a bad mouth rapper who's really a mad genius Average rappers that actually spoke & spake demons Easy, great but greedy your path is misleading More packed than bad semen from Bohemians on the weekend You rappers are my marines, you f**ing sea men Easily a beast split in pieces over this steaming String tastic action pack story 'bout a ski'men Get it? Coldest flows with more secrets than Indonesia [Verse 3: Roger Rebel] I be beatin' up the beat and peace keepin' when I'm speakin' Believe me I cum harder than virgins on the weekend No tweakin' cause she t**n, gyrating, and she seizing The queef is bound to happen, releasing all her demons She blinded by the roof gone like lookin' up to jesus Leavin' beef well done greasy and easy when I eat it Seeings believin' so poof, all of these rappers I Can rap backwards, *raps backwards* And still cause disaster [Verse 4: Izzy Jone$] Dollar the mystical genius, I'm too lenient Meaning it's too potent to leave it with Any of you speaking it, Black out in a black crowd n***a back down, Homie man down I mean, if you could feel this Then you would know that I mean this sh** Roger I told you competition is villainess Mr. Gorilla Grodd, mind controlling your sister with This prada, n***a wala The words of Allah, are confusing I'm just Booker T with a knapsack filled with books by Confucius [Verse 5: Roger Rebel] The cannibalistic ways of a creature never get it far But all these rappers not close to going hard Need to find their father, with even ya guard up Adamantium can't stop me I crush anyone who try me from white tees to high chief And speaking of the high chief My nostril flares and then I choke the Smoke Represents the dopest flow of open token potion Prestigious like the nature boy, more flows than an ocean Leavin n***as chokin' from this smokin' post of over dosin' [Verse 6: Izzy Jone$] Mrs. Lucy has struck again, Mr. Lucky is picky A, Gemini with an old soul That won't fold like the 50's In my dream house draped in rosegold You Fool's Gold like Missy I won't miss you like it's target practice Just free roam in the city Battered human being who is he in retrospect More ruthless than U-GoD New age inspectah deck Leave the scene with out my record checked Don't underestimate our name The checkered flag turns white when Beeper Clan reprimands your neck [Verse 7: Roger Rebel] Disrespect, ya shoulders gone be missin' from ya neck Like bailing on a skate trick y'all betta hit the deck Don't neglect the rest that's eatin' on your starving flesh We'll have a carving fest to eat you for the feast before we rest [Verse 8: Izzy Jone$] I didn't like it you wanna bite it? Not likely, quit lying Piss posh like Chris Bosh in the 90's Rebel and solar dime swoosh your life away like Nike's I kidnap these hundred bars and Roger's gonna pipe it