“You want terror? You want suspense? You want horror? Alright. ’Tis the season, I guess.” (Meow (meow (meow (meow)))) [verse] Watch you walkin’ up the pavement. I’m the assailant, waitin’, waitin’ for my moment. Candy bowl on the table, … unstable, Dangerously close to the edge. Bap! Bap! Bap! Send it crashing (CRASH) over the ledge. (Meow, haha!) Ohhhhhhh noooooooo! the lady comes to the door… Shock! And Horror! All the candy on the floor. She’s so mad, But I won’t be blamed. (Here it comes) “YOU KIDS OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED!” (Meow, haha) Twitch my whiskers in the shadows, Swish my tail, then watch the tiny tears flow This is Halloween…. And I got all the tricks. [chorus] Bap Cat! B-A-P … C-A-T! Bap-bap, Bap Cat! Meeeeeeoooooowwww! On the prowl, Feline with a smile. When I cross your path, they won’t call the foul. I knock it down, You take the blame. Purrrrrrr… -fect crime. Remember the name. Bap! Cat! B-A-P … C-A-T! Bap! Cat! Cry all you want. “What? You gonna blame the cat?” [verse - Shosuro Vocals, rap] Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh-Pumpkin precariously perched on the porch step. (Haha) At the Next house up the block, on the left, no on your other left And You haven’t | even | finished | crying | yet. She’s Lurking, behind the rails Like bars of a jail, But it’s you who’s catching charges With your empty treat pail. Then the porch light goes flip, little paw goes flick, Jack-o’-lantern hits the sidewalk As your waterworks drip. Old man Wilson throws the door open quick. Pumpkin on the pavement, An orange, mangled squish. Raised fist, face twist, But that blame? Swing and a miss. Instead, He points at you: [grizzled male vocals, wheeze, angry shout] “YOU GALL-DANG KIDS!!!” (Meow, haha!) [bridge] Time to Check the score board: Bap Cat, two. Trick-or-treaters, nil. And you aren’t even at the top of the hill. Grinning from her perch On the porch-rail post. Dominating this game of trick-or-treat. The cat says You’re toast. (Meow! Haha!) [instrumental break] [verse - Bap Cat Vocals] Next block over, And that pail is gettin’ heavy. Time for Bap Cat’s tax. Take it all, I’m ready. don’t even like candy. I’m a simple tabby, But I love the idea Of sending you home empty. Hiding behind decorations, It’s An ambush, waiting Watching for my chance, (there it is) unattended pail. (Watch this) Knock it over. (BAP!) Dump the treats. (SMACK) Refill it with pilfered junk mail, from up and down the street. And the best part? It’s STOLEN mail. Now that’s a felony. (Meow) Ha-ha! [final verse - Shosuro vocals] By the end of the night, You’re bamboozled and baffled. No candy. … Just pumpkins smashed And reputation in shambles. Every porch on the block Got another accusation. Every grown-up’s got your number, Won’t believe your explanation. And the cat? curled up in the window Like she never left the mat. Half asleep, looking innocent. Imagine | blaming | that. (Haha) You asked for terror. You wanted horror. You demanded suspense. I gave you all three And didn’t even break a sweat. So next Halloween, When something goes bump and you hear a crash, Don’t blame ghosts. Don’t blame monsters. You better check for the cat. Bap! [final chorus] Bap Cat! B-A-P … C-A-T! Bap-bap, Bap Cat! Meeeeeeoooooowwww! On the prowl, With an innocent smile. I wreck your night, Reeling in denial. I knock it down. You take the blame. Nine lives. No shame. Purrrrrrr… -fect crime. Remember the name. B-A-P … C-A-T! Bap! Cat! Bap! Cat! Tell ’em what happened. Go ahead. Who’s gonna believe you? Meeeeeeoooooowwww! … “Bap!” Bap-Bap-Bap-Bap-Bap … Bap Cat!
