Essemoto
with mad mota.
Il fuma non stoppo,
Muerte no trabalho por gringo.
Gringo no show for Capitan
Vato -
Cake no gato
Dog no catto
Shockwily break out the compound
Hounds of hell
Baker Street
Quakers week in the knees
Mad canines visualize
Dropping dimes
On small housepets -
Principally cats.
Mountain lions free to come and go,
Rest of them dry-tongue bug-eyes? They gots to go.
Grab em by the tail like a rodeo
Find a small space and swing them tails like only heads can roll
No jaw no head
No teeth no chance at exemptions
Cats so wise, educated and intuitive and shit.
Try and pet one,
They evade knowing like snakes in a pit of serpents.
I'd take a cobra pit over flabby tabbies anyday -
Don't trust them one bit.
My surmise:
They can't be surprised.
False sense of safety - it's why they lounge above head height.
Tricky Lickers -
Can't think of one animal I denigrate so much I'd feed them china shards or broken glass.
Tolerate or liquidate.
Call the keeper, he'll choose the way out.
Cats of small size signal the demise of the civilised.
Gonna lose mad culture in the next big tide:
Hope to lose the brittle sphinxes at the same time.
Pretty sure felines swim like sinking stones.
Dunno why I got it in for CATS so bad?
Could be the musical, or maybe it's the high-pitch screech when I bust their paws?
Could it be because I was raised by wolves?
Hello Kitty
Put a coin in the slot and that moggie's all mine.
I evict and dropkick the litter before recycling time.
Outsource Deliverance like ordering in sushi at night.
Strangle some more for a good time when the moon is bright.
Clarice and the bucket --
It ain't KFC.
It's dog on cat crime with no excuses.
Send them to the lab for disabling, ASAP.
Get them slutty purrs out the way.
Big dog come,
Drool from the jaw
And bat 'em away.
Furballs sent to Basketcase Mode.
It's the Dead Cat Bounce gone NBA
Hoop dreams. Kitten screams.
Uh
Cats like serial killers:
They stalk each other.
Trust not their strong point:
They look more like informers to me,
With the plastic ears and the "Pretend I'm not here"’s.
Even though some so fat they call them Siamese.
Seafood buffet for two near Far Rockaway. Pets allowed.
Ideal place to swim or sink.
Depending on your species, I guess?
Don't care.
Fuck em and their informer’s stares.
Sniffing with k9s always.
That’s real life.
They taste better, anyways.
