Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kats , by - Haiku D'Etat. Song from the album Coup De Theatre, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.09.2011
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
Kats |
| Top cat rocking like a top hat |
| Like Felix with the bag of tricks we got that |
| How you feel Garfield chasing the kitty |
| She’s so pretty young feline she gotta be mine |
| I’m like Katmandu she like cat man don’t |
| You like Pepe le pieux you wanna hit it but you won’t |
| She likes my eye of the tiger claw that hugs & squeezes her |
| But can’t stand my CAT scan eyes that sees her |
| Raise that thermometer apex |
| We’re gonna go way back |
| Thelonious abstract harmonious cats |
| Its jazz alley cats the riff raff |
| Heathcliffe word on the street is you’re big bad |
| Same commentary Tom & Jerry Cats away the mice will play |
| Grab a little then be on their merry way |
| Scram! |
| Skat cats and fiddles the litter box and vittles |
| To blind eyes of kittens with 9 lives remember that’s cat |
| Dander lion dandy fluff coat cool cat catastrophe |
| It’s either me or that cat has to leave |
| I’m allergic to cats I can’t breathe, they make me sneeze |
| Some people eat cats |
| Some cats carry disease TBs and rabies |
| Take 'em to the vet so they don’t make no more babies |
| I’m just a kool kat bringing the cool back |
| It’s out the bag drug from up under the rug |
| I’m that cat on the prowl cat burglar style |
| Cat daddy with all the catnips getting around |
| She would hiss when we kissed she used to scratch my lips |
| Now she purr when I rub her fur she can’t resist |
| I’m just lion/lying in the den like a king of the jungle |
| Cat woman on my lap will go wherver the fun go |
| Where they operate on you and X-ray your body |
| Well let’s state the obvious go see the doctor |
| Cat — scan detects the cancer |
| Think back the Panthers Oakland Los Angeles |
| Bat-man vs. the Joker Penguin the Riddlore villains in Gotham |
| Smack — Pow! |
| Here’s a rap style |
| No fear don’t back down batter ram the crack house |
| Fat cats and riddles like the sphinx |
| Middle of the street cat just slow down a little points |
| Black cats — a superstitious fact |
| Reflecting from the fear in their eyes |
| And my headlights when I drive |
| Flat cats at night |
| People for ethical treatment of animals sent me a summons |
| It was reported there were clumps of cat hair on the front of my hummer |
| Cat’s are finicky stray cats was gimmicky |
| What a siditty kitty ain’t it the truth |
| On a hot tin roof 110 proof |
| Walking the catwalk look at the hawks hawk |
| Yo all the catcalls got you turned into a saber tooth |
| Wanna take a nice stroll through my temple |
| Kinda hoping you can be the one to keep the rats away |
| My pet peeve is an alley cat with fleas |
| So exit stage left he went that-a-way |
| It’s raining cats and dogs |
| We maintaining barcodes in the catalog |
| It’s another cattle call and they collecting 'em all |
| Stripping 'em of who they are — artist & repertoire |
| The route of Haiku D’Etat |
| No matter no superstar |
| One of a kind records part of a trifecta |
| Tigers and leopards |
| Scram! |
| Skidoodle |
| I’ll scoot you with my broom in neutral |
| The veterinarian euthanizes you lost 1 life |
| You had 9 now you got 8 by growling Great Dane |
| 7 sent to heaven when they locked you in the garage |
| With the engine still revin' all night |
| 6 with the next cats |
| Checks you with a very bad scratch bite |
| Which happened to inflict such a thick wound |
| Ouch that you die because you bled to death |
| High 5 wire you were on a very thin line |
| Then your hair stands up you can’t move |
| You’re stuck in a state of shock from 50,000 volts |
| Poor guy 4 paws landed on your feet |
| But from a 4th story floor fall |
| 3 lives left protect each breath |
| Survive on stealth cunning and yet your mortality meets you |
| As a laboratory tech putting needles in your neck |
| You got 2 souls left, you’re a pet all you do is rest |
| Eat the best food chase birds to their nests |
| Cool owners — good flea collars |
| But you get bored and curious |
| So you decide to fly and as you ride in the sky |
| Coughing up hairballs in an animal transport container |
| You hear psst psst |
| Hey big boy meet me later when the plane lands |
| I can tell from your smell that you’re from the mainland |
| You meow back what’s the game plan |
| She goes rarr rarr |
| You both get inspected by the customs agent |
| Make a daring escape through an unseen exit |
| Then you decide to stop and get frisky |
| In the back of a cafe where pussy is the delicacy |
| So you get fried — now you only have 1 life |
| I hope you get old and gray before you die |