Wake up… wake up… What’s that? What’s that, cat? Wake up, what’s that? The continuous purr of an unknown cat. Unknown cat? Yeah—unknown like the dude who stole the last snack and blamed the lab rat. Wake up, what’s that? Same line but flip it— the cat’s on the windowsill plotting somethin’ wicked. Purr so continuous it got suspicious, soundin’ like a villain theme looped in the kitchen. "Wake up… what’s that…? Experts say the cat may or may not be real…" Wake up, what’s that? That’s that untracked, abstract, hazmat purr— sharp like the claws of the beast wearin’ a bucket hat. Continuous purr of an unknown cat, it vibrate through the floorboards, knockin’ down the snack stack. Repeat the phrase back— Continuous purr, continuous purr— like a loop the producer forgot to deter. Unknown cat lurkin’ like a sidequest boss, scratchin’ up beats like “sorry, my paws crossed.” Wake up — wake up — what’s that? What’s that? — unknown cat. Continuous purr… continuous—continuous purr— unknown cat… cat… cat… cat… Wake up, what’s that? Probably the soundtrack of doom in a lunch sack, folded like a hunchback— cat on the prowl with a boom-bap thumbtack pinning down loops so the beat don’t jump back. Unknown cat with a mask on, facts. Might sip milk in a goblet of brass, plotting in the alley while he countin’ his stash, tail flickin’ in rhythm to the kick and the crash. Add it up: Wake up + what’s that + unknown cat = a whole operation hidin’ under the doormat. Wake up… what’s that… Just the continuous purr… of an unknown cat… And trust me— he know exactly where the snacks at.
