《猫屎咖啡》Cat Poo Coffee – Limited Edition Aroma

“Cat Poo Coffee” is my ode to the holy cult of consumerist delusion—a love letter to people who drink filtered feces because Instagram told them it’s the taste of wealth. This song doesn’t insult you. It simply reminds you, with great affection, that no amount of artisanal branding can hide the fact that it still came from a cat’s digestive tract. When I wrote this, I imagined the long lines outside cafes, people holding that little overpriced brown elixir like it contained enlightenment, while somewhere, a cat was probably just watching in silent judgment. And I thought—if poop can be premium, then maybe I can turn that absurdity into lyrics. The line “The cat says: Are you okay?” isn’t a joke. It’s a genuine attempt to give voice to the most exploited participant in this luxury scam. The cat never asked to be a part of your ‘aromatic lifestyle ritual.’ It just pooped. You turned that into a shrine. The closing lyric, “You’re sipping ‘luxury,’ but the cat thinks you're dumb,” sums up everything. You think you’re buying status. But actually, you're guzzling your own insecurity, in espresso form. And if this song makes you laugh, cringe, or rethink the next artisan cup you line up for—then yes, this cup of crap was totally worth brewing. Lyrics: [Intro] 欢迎来最时髦的风味献你 #@%U^&^%!@$ (一杯来自猫屁股的诚意猫屎咖啡) 限量网 售！ [Verse 1] 猫吃豆 豆变梦 过着胃才有这种风味 你问我喝得香不香 香得像资产膨胀 贵得离谱还抢光 排队三天才尝一看 只喝这味才有灵感 你是在喝灵魂 还是喝个幻想 [Pre-Chorus] 猫在看 你在端 它想说 你疯了吗 一口下去 你闭眼 说那叫 艺术的发酵感 [Chorus] 猫屎咖啡 最贵的呸 产地选自猫的大肠背 猫屎咖啡 味觉太醉 价格够你搬整套公寓的废 猫屎咖啡 你还要杯 装得像文青其实满嘴罪 猫屎咖啡 喝出高贵 但猫说 你是不是有病呗 [Verse 2] 左边过滤右边晒干 你一脸懵你却赞叹 包装写着 柔滑回甘 猫想说 那是我的早饭 搭配苦瓜风味蓝山豆 喝一口感觉人生不够 咔哒快门 咖啡馆打卡 今天我和屎合了个影 [Bridge] 喝的不是咖啡 是你对自己生活的过度设计 猫说它根本不想出力 但你偏要膜拜它的奇迹 [Final Chorus] 猫屎咖啡 限量发疯 把便便当宝 是哪门子荣 猫屎咖啡 猫都笑疯 你不如直接抱它屁股啃 猫屎咖啡 梦幻口感 你在喝 奢华它在笑你烂 猫屎咖啡！喝完说赞 你以为你高端 其实你在"干" [Outro] 喝一口猫神咖啡 你就会懂 其实最有风味的 是智商的消失感 English Translation: [Intro] Welcome to the trendiest flavor you'll ever meet #@%U^&^%!@$ (A cup of civet poop coffee brewed straight from a cat's butt) Online exclusive, limited drop! [Verse 1] Cats eat beans, beans turn to dreams Only this kind of flavor reaches your spleen You ask if it smells divine It’s as rich as inflation climbing high Outrageous price but sold out fast Three days in line just to have a blast Only this taste can spark your muse Are you sipping a soul—or just delusion juice? [Pre-Chorus] The cat is staring, you're holding your cup It wants to ask, “Are you messed up?” One sip in and you close your eyes Call that an artisanal fermentation surprise [Chorus] Civet coffee — the priciest blegh Harvested fresh from a feline’s back-end trek Civet coffee — taste buds wrecked Costs as much as a whole apartment’s check Civet coffee — still want a round? Acting like a poet while slurping the ground Civet coffee — elite and profound But the cat’s like, “Dude… are you mentally unsound?” [Verse 2] Filtered on the left, sun-dried on the right You’re confused as hell but still praise the sight Label says smooth with a velvet bite The cat thinks, “That was just my breakfast, right?” Paired with bitter gourd Blue Mountain beans One sip in, life feels like half a dream Camera shutter snaps, café check-in time Today you posed with poop — now isn’t that sublime? [Bridge] What you’re drinking isn’t coffee It’s an over-curated lifestyle hobby The cat says it never signed up for this feat But you still worship its holy excrete [Final Chorus] Civet coffee — limited insanity Turning poop to pride, since when’s that vanity? Civet coffee — the cat’s laughing loud Why not just go kiss its butt in a crowd? Civet coffee — dreamy delight You sip on luxury, it mocks your plight Civet coffee — say it’s divine You think you're premium, but you're sipping on… "why?" [Outro] One sip of this feline god’s brew and you’ll understand— The richest flavor… is the taste of your vanishing IQ