Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kats, artist - Haiku D'Etat. Album song Coup De Theatre, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |