Here's a little ditty that wrote when I was high.
It's about a mythic kitty that glows in the sky
cause it's got a cherry filling and magical powers
that'll make you stare at it blankly for hours.

I was gonna write a song about smoking a blunt.
Yeah, another fucking song about smoking a blunt.
Cause I'm smoking a blunt right now in the dark
by myself, all alone with my best friend Willy.

Yeah, Willy's a platypus. You can't stay mad at us.
Appropriating culture like my main man Atticus.
Using an abacus cause all we do is add it up.
We fatten up like flabby butt poopin out a rainbow!

Mermaids, otters, baby AIDS.
Fuck dumb hos while I get paid.
8-bit ain't shit. Dig yo grave.
That Neon Cat gon fly away.

Some bitches try to bury me because I got a penis
and I stuff it up they butt and then I ask if they can feel this.
If they can I use a can and call a clansman Cletus,
such a sweetie when I need a nectarine or squishy fetus.

Now hold up, wait. I got off track.
This is barely a song about Neon Cat.
If you play it backwards, I guess the fact is
that I should've wrote a song about smoking a blunt.

Friends on Facebook dumb as hell.
Should kill em all like Metallica.
Got friends with cats and some that aren't.
That Neon Cat got rainbow farts.