Black Cat (feat. Luh Tron) - ZaeFromThe3rd

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves The demons say they preferring us Books on not giving a fuck, is what they referring us Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose She running around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a fucking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done

You've been stuck inside my mind Turning grey I seem to find All the emptiness Underneath this mess I hope there's peace for your kind She's like a black cat most of the time Only bad luck when she crosses your mind It's too late now and I'm doing fine But what you've done is not a Victimless victimless crime Empty head You thought you just died Staring straight you might just find A peace and mercy in things that you stole It's too bad that it's taken its toll Hectic living death and denial Yeah you'd kill me with a smile Think about it every once and a while If I'm going out gonna do it in style She's like a black cat most of the time Only bad luck when she crosses your mind It's too late now and I'm doing fine But what you've done is not a victimless Victimless crime She's like a black cat most of the time Only bad luck when she crosses your mind It's too late now and I'm doing fine But what you've done is not a victimless Victimless crime