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Cat Food (Instrumental)

At night I wear a wolf's head on my regular head

Considering a regular character sketch

Food hoarder, communes with the flora

Computes in cahoots with beauty and brute force

I've got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York, plus

Years at the fire pulling portions out of corn husks

Never mind time on the short bus

Terrifying errant knights thwarting any motherfucking fork tongued-sport

Agita flashing the hind molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of lipomas

Over medium, treat skin-tags like scratch-offs

Rap like black-ops, rappers like lap dogs

He got the rad moves, catty alpha rat-proof (wait)

Twenty-sided die at the crap-shoot (wait)

Looking for a black hole to casually collapse through

Try isle nine by the cat food

There it is

Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from afar is darigold in them hills

Time better let a couple truths decay, if somebody going to rue the day

Check, check, check

Catch 'em on the lamb

(I ain't joking)

No maps, no muster point

(Nah, I ain't joking)

I put a pebble on a tomb

(I ain't joking)

Makin bath tub meth

I'm joking

Here we go

The whip got a tongue and teeth

Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a Tungston bleep

When any putrefying arrow wants your lungs in reach

I field a vessel going zero to the fuck y'all think

And when your function fails I'm on an undisclosed island

Stroking exotic animals, open up rocket science

Leaning a jewellers loupe over a stolen sock 'o diamonds

Palm-made products a portrait of modern triumph, try us

Back at the battering ram post-haste

Cro-mags, wait till this Saturday plant grow legs

All you hear is intimate and code names

Ricochet around the geometry of a closed space

Unfrozen part of his new day-o

Face of divine evil, heart of Camu Tao

Some people find the daylight to be oddly alluring

I was in the dark, dodging and burning

Maybe cause I look like an ugly doll

(I ain't joking)

Pack a wallop in the wheelhouse

(Nah, I ain't joking)

Leave brass tacks everywhere

(I ain't joking)

I own many many homes

I'm joking

Here we go

All hog to we know costume

Black hoodie you can set your watch to

Tall drink, depths like an air raid

Radically detach with purveyors of the hair-brain

Down with the ship go a dozen fried wild links

Upperway, upper-case tri-state style kings

Get pie-faced, sent home tied to the sinewaves

Lights off, spine on sideways

Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a boogie-down

Tome told me tell 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town"

Cool 'em down, global domination over sold bake

Situation commanding a broke dude cosplay

You don't want a meeting on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows

The summary is as follows:

"These hate those and this thinks that's absurd"

Yip yap, y'all cats and birds

Meow meow meow meow meow

(I ain't joking)

Talking rubes on the radio

(Nah, I ain't joking)

Uh, suckers never play me

(I ain't joking)

I found Jimmy Hoffa's body

I'm joking

Here we go

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