Bootsauce

Eclectic mother's son with blue eyes
Harmonic eyes instead
No weiner basters sit on your thighs
No fuck 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 ass

Catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah

No fuck 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-bitch 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 ass, I burn your face
Yeah, catastrophe seas, yeah

Catastrophe seas