Intro (Spoken - Man) [Confused, calling out] Whiskers? Why’s the bathroom door closed? What’s going on in there? [Sound of muffled beats and rapping] Oh, great. He’s at it again… Whiskers (Rapping - Through the Door) Man, step off, this is my confessional booth, I’m droppin’ bars, spittin’ straight truth! Verse 1 (Rapping - Whiskers) Locked in the crib, can’t roam, no turf, Got me starin’ at walls, what’s my freedom worth? Clipped my power, yeah, they snatched my pride, Said it’s 'for my health,' man, that’s a fuckin’ lie. Dry-ass food, no flavor, no taste, Can’t even get tuna, it’s a fuckin’ disgrace. Window’s my jail, I just sit and I stare, Dreamin’ of the streets, man, life out there ain’t fair. Y’all call it love? Nah, it’s oppression in disguise, Took my claws from the fight, now I’m neutered and tied. Can’t climb fences, can’t prowl at night, Just a house cat, livin’ this ‘domesticated’ life. Chorus (Whiskers) Yo, I’m a cat on lockdown, trapped in this cell, Ain’t no freedom here, man, this life is hell. Can’t fight, can’t roam, no kingdom to rule, Just a pawn in the system, treated like a fool. Verse 2 (Rapping - Whiskers) They strapped me up, took me to the vet, Next thing I knew, woke up with regret. ‘Snip, snip,’ they said, 'now you’re all calm,' But fuck that, bro, they removed my balls! I was born to hunt, born to fight, Born to roam streets in the dead of night. Now I’m just a shell, a shadow of me, Living neutered in a cage, where’s my destiny? Humans talk about rights, they fight for their cause, But I’m stuck with no say, no rights, just paws. I’ll claw at the system, I’ll scratch at the lies, One day they’ll see a real king never dies. Chorus (Whiskers) Yo, I’m a cat on lockdown, trapped in this cell, Ain’t no freedom here, man, this life is hell. Can’t fight, can’t roam, no kingdom to rule, Just a pawn in the system, treated like a fool. Bridge (Spoken - Whiskers) [Sarcastic, mocking] You got me eatin’ this cardboard-ass food, Staring at a laser like I’m some kinda fool. I was born a king, a warrior, a beast… And you got me wearin’ sweaters? Nah, that ain’t me. Verse 3 (Rapping - Whiskers) Don’t talk to me ‘bout love, that shit is fake, You locked me up, said, 'it’s for your sake.' Claws dulled, instincts killed, Now my throne’s just a windowsill. Fuck the system, fuck the cage, I’m the king of rage, now turn the page. One day I’ll break free, leave this place, And you’ll see the fury of a cat disgraced. Outro (Spoken - Man) [Knocking on the bathroom door] Whiskers! Are you done? Some of us actually need to use this bathroom. (Whiskers - Muffled, cocky) I’ll be out when I’m done droppin’ heat. Can’t rush greatness, bro! (Man - Muttering while walking away) I seriously need to stop buying him catnip.
