Art of Catastrophe

I spit disaster i mastered the art of catastrope leavin bastereds in caskets Apocoliptic flow then the casket unlatches And now these zombie lookin assholes attack us Always critiqing and bash us Untill i leave them in ashes Jump out of the car it crashes With you your mom and your lil brother in the back seat You go where trash is I go where cash is So ill run up and take all your money under the matress I aint no actress im strait bout action Fatal attraction Bringing pain gives me the purest form of saticfaction It fills my horn with passion I was born to ass kick You got questions then ask it I might leave your ass blasted cuz im truely a master Who possess sacred wisdom and knowledge that will elevate you past earth This is the last birth of the beast who will leave your fuckin ass hurt Dont believe? Than ask her Shes the prime example how ima fuck the games asshole