Wic Whitney – Kitty Lyrics

Oh, less your motherfuckin' heart man
Oh mama, mama said it
Bless your motherfuckin' heart
Anyway, yeah

Watch a southern faggot hit a Bossa Nova
Chop a tough cut, then I'm cookin' Barbacoa
Make you wanna get into some sodomistic yoga
In a puppy pose come and stretch me out

Big boned baby
Thick hip lady
Kicks air force
But the flow go navy
I balled so hard, they could never Rogaine me
So Scorsese, they wish I was departed but I'm good fellas

Fuck a fucking meaning in this meaningless existence
Half the internets convinced the kid's a gimmick
The other half are going apeshit neolithic
My life is so eurythmic, the modern Annie Lennox like

La-di-da-di-dah
Nothing nothing nothing, you get nothing you pompous bitch
Don't let my kitty bite you on the way out
La-di-da-di-dah
Nothing nothing nothing, you get nothing you pompous bitch
Don't let my kitty bite you on the way out

The soul old but the wave nuevo
I'm gassed up like a Winnebago
Oh dough good, cheese good, alfredo
Now gon' and shake that thang cuz I say so
I don't give you nothing but butter
I serve Cunty McCunt did I stutter?
So nice with it it might make you suffer
Braggadocious, and I know it

I been doin' this shit since, baby I can make ya bed rock
Conjure a flow as dirty as Jack Sparrow's dreadlock
You might get concussion from a head bop
When I snipe you with a Zaywop headshot
I'm a bear who speaks his mind darlin'
Welcome to my ted talk
Future in a headlock
Past is going crazy saying look at him go ma-fucker
Take notes ma-fucker
Legos ma-fucker
Build it your goddamn self
Ten thousand hours of bliss
Ten thousand hours of therapy curtesy of pen
Now they pay me ten thousand for writing shit on a whim
Don't talk to me about sin
I talked to death as kid
And now we chillin' like family
Billy Mandy and Grim

La-di-da-di-dah
Nothing nothing nothing, you get nothing you pompous bitch
Don't let my kitty bite you on the way out
La-di-da-di-dah
Nothing nothing nothing, you get nothing you pompous bitch
Don't let my kitty bite you on the way out

The soul old but the wave nuevo
I'm gassed up like a Winnebago
Oh dough good, cheese good, alfredo
Now gon' and shake that thang cuz I say so
I don't give you nothing but butter
I serve Cunty McCunt did I stutter?
So nice with it it might make you suffer
Braggadocious, and I know it

La-di-da-di-dah
Nothing nothing nothing, you get nothing you pompous bitch
Don't let my kitty bite you on the way out
La-di-da-di-dah
Nothing nothing nothing, you get nothing you pompous bitch
Don't let my kitty bite you on the way out

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