Callie can do oh fuck yeah she can don’t misconstrue She’s the queen of Danvers Your just a pimple that needs to be lancers, drain that puss all on the floor your goddamn right she ain’t no whore All these copy cats try to copy cats shout out humane society go cop a cat Meow I’m ready to drop bombs Ash is straight pedigree other cats probably went to school to get a pet degree Other cats ain’t got nine lives they just a bunch of washed up desperate housewives Ash hits them up and sends them straight to the pound. His mama is always around I don’t mean to be catty but other cats are just a fatty. Ash is super you other cats are straight duper He’s not a heavy popper, dumping on ripped up magazines but he always so fresh so clean, and he’s never mean, just playful If you Fuck with my Callie you get the open hand, the fist, or the Duce you know Rock Paper Scissors let ash go in Florida and he’s eating lizards Ash got his paws on a weapon, if dogs be stepping he will see if all dogs go to heaven Rattle in your collapsed ear Settin' traps here Kickin' raps clear Hop in your lap, dear Yeah, verbal pap smear I control your laughter A voice more powerful than your pastor Ash and Callie are the two sweetest creatures on the face of the earth, they have been that way since birth I don’t care about celebrity net worth Callie’s got self worth and is down to earth someday we will fly to Austria’s and visit Perth