Croosh - Scyliorhinidae lyrics

[Verse 1: Croosh] What up kiddo?, Ain't nothing, zero/ Oh ditto?, You just appeared low/ Well I have yet to shower in like 3 days/ Kinda groggy but I unsheathe power in the streets where I lay/ Beats I got on replay/ The box that I live in is owned by some elderly but I can't fabricate where we stay/ Eating some leftover bones of a catfish fillet/ I molded some sculptures out of my sh** like clay/ Grabbed some 32oz malt liquor bottles on the corner store around the way/ I'm just stooped looking at people that wave/ The looks aren't intriguing just mostly grave/ Misbehaved and who knows the last time I must of shaved/ Unlikely to ever achieve greatness even when I'm worked like slaves/ (Hook) We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/ We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks/ We roar, no purrs when asked/ In the streets we defer them rats/(x2) [Verse 2: Croosh] Stay Dirty as Old ba*tards, no standards/ Foul, grimy, mangy, we still kick skuzzy raps grander/ Than the jury, grotty Hip-Hop flurries/ Unclean, disarrayed, excepted as furry/ I'm the scum that came from a universe that alternate/ Clutched words from here and altered it/ The Toxic slugging sludge Avenger/ Cruddy, rocking Lugz from a middle school September/ Damn that mess I used to remember/ Stole Mike Tyson's pigeon senders/ The messenger sent to burn the fake alive/ At the steak, meet Joan and I there around five/ I dive in balls first, no consequences/ Trying to play with a tennis ball, jumping fences/ Enter to dimensions through the 5th gate/ Elements uncharted, reaching for fate/ (Hook) We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/ We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks/ We roar, no purrs when asked/ In the streets we defer them rats/(x2) [Verse 3: Croosh] Rejected from society/ Detested against sobriety/ Homeless feuds and rivalry/ No sure signs of piety/ Brushing off anxiety/ Achieved what I needed finally/ Went to the majors from the minor league/ Request not granted/ Your view appears slanted/ From the mainland I was banished/ Raised abruptly Spanish/ And was left with many questions unanswered/ Guided by the Led Zeppelin lantern/ Tampered with the roughest in the wild/ The feelings inside are sheer exile/ Alone I'm asleep like Asher in the bread aisle/ Wanting to escape like a long in depth trial/ Beef, you cowards are carne asada/ I'm the end result of Godzilla vs Mothra/ Never really had a place to call mi casa/ Roaming in a middle eastern madrasa/