Ant - Cats Van Bags lyrics

[Intro] I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and f**ing get me, motherf**er Yeah, break, start the song now, f**er [Verse 1] [Slug] We traveling the missle, weaving through your cornfields Leaving behind a trail of amateur p**n and orange peels Navagatin' through this basement, that masquerades As a nation, practising my acetate masturbation Watching the expressions on the faces Of them ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one sole Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole [Brother Ali] Shoot through it as a unit, with the best of my crew Bumping melodies and memories too, my head's k**ing me, ooh Stomach empty, my bladder is full Two-year-old son on Jaybird's phone cryin', you missing me And I'm starving, I'll bite your arm off Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws In your backyard just to f** with your guard dog Throw a brick through your sh** and cut the alarm off b**h [Slug] f** yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout There's more said within the lines on your forehead Than they could ever try to fine-print on the inside of that warhead Cross country, like a little lost junkie Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money Steering the van through the blizzards, the fanfare Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand there [Brother Ali] Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, that's where We took a room back full of kids and threw our heart at it Angry like a hostage, kicking like a little b**h in one of Dibbs's mosh pits Shifting through your city limits trying to find the raw sh** Thread a needle with it, and weave a world of heads together, till we get 'em car sick Face full of war paint, strapped, ready for action Battle cracks heading, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain [Slug] Climbed over the side, closed his eyes Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for staying alive Swam to the shore, stepped upon land Walked up to a who*e, grabbed her by the hand And said Hook: Slug & Brother Ali Let the wheels spin, let the road shake Let the speakers blow Let the line in, let the kids play Let the people know Let the roof burn, let the girls love Let the heat flow Let the world turn, let the curtains up Cats Van Bags, Yo [Verse 2] [Brother Ali] Lock eyes with a thousand people at the same time They minds believing this My style of graffiti is Squeezing just the midwest sweat out of my shirt And leaving with my life essence embedded in your dirt [Slug] We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the gypsies Spoon-feed these issues to a new school of fishies Swimming through a hazy shade of pa**ion Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain [Brother Ali] Yeah, that's them, the migrants, seasonal workers The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit Two million smiles and runnin', stomping, trying to flee the heat Turn around, shooting at the monster till his knees are weak [Slug] They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen Then I save you, then I make you my favorite position Chasin' this pigeon down the street towards the banks Just in case my traffic receives jeeps and tanks (Bridge) [Slug] And we wander through this soul, so let it be known Mama I dont know if I'mma ever be home The revolution won't have any distribution [Brother Ali and Slug] I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin' Like [Hook]