This is a song about "Gerard way and cats"

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I was gonna write you a poem today

And put the pieces back together my way

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Show me the way and motivate,

If i die before i wake

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Callin' your name, screaming and shouting you're way,

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz