Black coat, yellow eyes
Black soul, Evil's disguise
Dropped out of the fucking sky
On a grave in the summers fire
Ripped out of the clutch of death
A bastard son who's mother's left
Saved by a twist of fate
Look in his eyes and you'll see the hate

My cat hates you all and wants you fuckin' dead

Fuck smelling your hand, he wants you fuckin' dead
Fuck calling his name, he wants you fuckin' dead
Fuck your pss, pss, pss he wants you fuckin' dead
He might eat your treats, but he still wants you dead

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