[Lyric] Catastrophe (Roger Rebel & Izzy Jone$)

[Verse 1: Roger Rebel]

This that saggy rap, have a knack for treatin' rappers like hacky sack
Back that faggy 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 fuckin' Taliban
Four score, submission, put the rap game in a cross face
Ran so many circles 'round them they fucked 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 fucking 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 twerkin, 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
Nigga back down, Homie man down
I mean, if you could feel this
Then you would know that I mean this shit
Roger I told you competition is villainess
Mr. Gorilla Grodd, mind controlling your sister with
This prada, nigga 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 niggas 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