Catastrophe Seas

Written by Bootsauce, from The Brown Album, 1990

(Sample A: Fire it up, baby!)

Eclectic mother's son with blue eyes
Harmonic eyes instead
No wiener 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! (x 4)

"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! (x 4)

No son-of-a-bitch could spell your reason
Nor give it up without a name
No other big black is in season
I'll spit it out before it breaks

Catastrophe seas! Yeah! (x 4)

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!

Notes:

• I haven't the slightest idea what this song is supposed to be about.
• The title is a scatological joke. When read aloud, it intentionally sounds like "catastro-feces".