This is a song about "Cats in pyjamas"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

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