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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Gerald Palmerin
Joseph Gerald Palmerin
Songwriter

Letra

Contact, ready one-two, what you, what you gonna do when the bad cat comes
Contact, ready one-two, what you, what you gonna do when the bad cat comes
Check-a, Check-a, Check-a, one-two, I am the man, yo
With a plan you couldn't understand or hold a candle
The hopeless vandal, the dopest foe you know will handle
Your coke connect, catch a broken neck from doper samples
Hold my sandals, I'm going in to show these cowards
Get your flow devoured, pissing on 'em like a golden shower
I let it hang like Choward, leave the rose deflowered
Yanking out the surge protector, let 'em know I hold the power
It's the bad cat, strictly out to murder cats, you never heard of that
Well now you have and there's no turning back
I burn a person black and blue, this ain't no circus act
Don't hurt your back, just pick it, pick it up and you might learn the facts
Get your purses snatched, smurfing with no nerfed attacks
I'll smirk and laugh at any person certain that the earth is flat, be sure of that
We had to sit still and take it
It was real greaseball shit
Contact, ready one-two, what you, what you gonna do when the bad cat comes
Contact, ready one-two, what you, what you gonna do when the bad cat comes
As a boy I'd dream of fighting a leviathan, ultraviolence
The sirens were so inviting then, save the violins
The sob story's what inspired him to go and show society precisely what a tyrant is
Hide your irises, 'fore I decide to slide a knife in them
Drive you to the physician where they'll prescribe you Vicodin
Swipe the Vicodin and sell it to the people buying them
Then use the profit that I turn to go and buy more knives again
I'm the type of friend to go and steal a stereo
So we can bump your demos as we're cruising through Ontario
The hole they're hiding in is right beneath the aerials
I'll blast them all to smithereens and finish my Spaghetti-Os
This scenario and scary flow does not come easily
So humble thy punk ass before you think about defeating me
I've seen the scenery, observed it as they kissed my rings
Sat back and sighed, it's good to be the king
Contact, ready one-two, what you, what you gonna do when the bad cat comes
Contact, ready one-two, what you, what you gonna do when the bad cat comes
Written by: Joseph Gerald Palmerin
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