Вершы:
Dead Cats Dead Rats

Dead cats, dead rats, can?t see what they were at, alright Dead cat in a top hat, wow, sucking on the young man?s blood Wishing he could come, yeah, sucking

Пераклад: Дзверы. Мёртвых Кошек, мёртвых пацукоў.

zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats

Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all Hah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood drug rats

uh uh I stood in jail, I will never tell uh uh Get the deal, I will never squeal uh uh I wanna walk but I never talk uh uh And that's that, I will never rat uh uh I said, ?You cats rats

dog, while we bang to this beat dog Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog [Chorus] To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks Hood rats and them killa cats

you did it wouldn't been half as bad But you did it in spite and that just isn't right Only back alley rats take other peoples cats And then strike

you better be creepin' But if you beefin', nigga you 'bout to be sleepin' Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen, don't fuck with no rats

lot [WHORE THREE] That's right dearie, show him what you've got! [WOMEN] Old men, young men, take 'em as they come Harbor rats and alley cats and every