Lyrics of 'Catastrophic' by Busta Rhymes

(Intro 1)
At the end of our time
We’ve chosen to believe in each other
Today we face the monsters that are at our door
Today we are cancelling the apocalypse

(Intro 2)
Catastrophic!
Yea, do you know who I am?
You know who I am nigga?
Motherfucker named Reek Da Villian nigga
Where the fuck you been under? A rock nigga?
Uh? The conglomerate lead off nigga
This city answers to me nigga
Uh!
I lead this shit, must finish it but I lead this shit man
Uh!
You fucin cockaroaches, fuckin cockaroaches
Catastrophic!
Listen uh

(Verse)
I said I’m dippin in my lolo, ridin with that 4x4
Pretty bitch beside me, all your bitches they be so-so
And I’m slinging coco, got it for the lolo
Dudes I get my cold from, be screamin bout them locos
No, we keep it trill ville, all y niggas real trill
Shout out to my homies in the fair, my nigga Real Neil
Rosavelle, we G’d up
Wildin like we eat up
I’m the nicest nigga, Busta go and kick his feet up
And let me take the sofa, let me get that dough up
I don’t even drive no more, the boy be getting chauffeured
That is because she wear my chain, I feeling like I’m Hova
Damn you used to be the man, now your shit is over
It’s over!

(Interlude)
Catastrophe
If you’re listening to this song right now
Blessings, that means the world didn’t end
But this shit is catastrophic
You just conglomerate
Your world gon end
You just Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villian, J Doe, this YMCMB

(Verse)
If you ain’t know I’m here to win, lethal like we heroin
Every time we come again
Niggas know we murderin
Everything about ya, bitch you know I don’t care
Make my niggas throw chairs, we ain’t going nowhere
Bitch they love Busta, no, they loving Busta
Your swag like Lusta, matter of fact, fuck ya
Bitch I got a chauffeur and a fuckin butler
Pictures of bitches giving me head on Instagram and Tumblr
I don’t need your number, throw em in the dumpster
When you get new money bitch, you get a new type of Honda
Smoking like a muffler, getting money like a hustler
I don’t mean to be mean but I’ll poke your spring til that shit get ruptured
Dale!

(Interlude)
Don’t play yourself
You know when you hear the acorn legend Busta Rhymes
You know what he does
You know how he does it too
He shits on every verse
Shits on you
And finishes you
This shit is catastrophic
Conglomerate
J Doe!

(Verse)
How do I stop this? Wanna say some hard shit
To show what my art is but this song is retarded
I can’t think of nothing but I gotta say something
And since this track is bumpin these ratchet hoes gon love it
I be going crazy on these records every day
I’m getting to the money every motherfuckin way
I let all these hoes come over but not one of them can stay
And this shit gon never change til the more that I’m great, sit yo ass down
And don’t say nothing, better get excited when you see that I’m bumpin in the means
Like Christmas for these bitches, they be blushin, it’s disgustin
How they love it but I ain’t givin them nothing
Yea

(Outro)
Mo money – mo problems
Same shit, just a different day
It’s the end of the world every day
It’s called survival
This shit is catastrophic
Catastrophe
No room for the weak
The weak is suck a dick
And bow down
Conglomerate
We the best
YMCMB
Shaheem Reed