Song 1 - Cotton field
• Written by Pataclysm
Pataclysm's Notes
Thinkin' they can catch ya boy Pataclysm.
I been runnin' all damn year
like I got guard dogs on my rear
The slave owners always knowin'
I'm a barbarian like Conan
I'm a homin' missile aimin' at the rap game
Bring ya homies back for one last listen to in Pat's name.
Now wait just one cotton pickin' second
You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em
Been on my grind since the beginnin of time
Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes
Chime in if you think you can beat me
I'm a hard pill to take for when you bitches get queazy
You sluts can stay sleazy, take it easy, take a day off
I'm bout to kill this mixtape, and play your bitch like Rachmaninov.
Chorus x2:
I been out in the cotton field
Out in the cotton gin
That's how it's always been
That's how it's always been
Alright we're back again, pop gats again
Pataclysm got up and then unda ya skin
It's a sin for anyone to be like me
Back that booty up bitch, I'm a bumble bee
You get under me and then we'll pollinate
Get you to heaven's gate when you hear my bars
I spit fast poetic palindromes like a racecar.
Started from the cotton field but I made it pretty far.
Chorus x2:
I'm always out in the cotton field
Out in the cotton gin
That's how it's always been
How it's always been
Alright. Pataclysm, bowling balls filled with jizzm
Causin' a rift in the game, a great schism.
I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up
You couldn't carry a rhyme if I gave you a cup
But I'll tell yo bitch what's up
when she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts
Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.
She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.
And I'll gladly help you try to listen to this song
While she pop that molly and I rip off her thong
So throw on your Beats, download this mp3
I'm packin' heat, drinkin' beer I been runnin' all goddamn year
Take a minute to reflect like your lookin' in a mirror
Do ya hear me? I got ravenous rabid guard dogs
Runnin' up all the streets and bogs
Tryin to find ya boy Big Patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.
Chorus x2:
I'm always out in the cotton field
Out in the cotton gin
That's how it's always been
How it's always been
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Pataclysm
Member since December 13 2013