M to the E to the O to the W
Listen up, fool, ‘cause I’m gonna trouble you.

Best gimme some food from the bin in the kitchen
Or I guarantee you’ll be the next one bitchin’.

Gonna hop right up on yo’ lap, don’t need a map, a ratta-tap-tap, gonna leap the gap
Between the floor and the keyboard… Yeah, I’m a cuddle whore. There ain’t nothin’ better that you need those hands for.

Shit, motha fucka, there goes some paper!
Time to get my chase on, see ya later!

Damn it’s a false alarm, there was no need to fuss.
Gonna mess wit’ your arm ‘til you start pettin’ us.

Life ain’t nothin’ but catnaps and catnip.
’n fact… toss some up, man! Take me on a trip!