[Hook: datacat]
You can find me in the forest
Where the murk wood flourish
Just a mile from the mountain tip
Pop a pill, hang around a bit
Never worry about the wind direction
Bumpy rides with no intersections
You can find me in the forest
Where the dead fruit flourish

[Verse 1: datacat]
Datacat is back in the cortex. Three dead bodies, trying to fashion a quartet
Kitty cat spits, kicks sicker than shit
Got the pack all with me, yelling "Sick 'em," and shit
Switchblade dipped in venom and piss, this ain't witch house
Busting out the schitz' house, gimme the fix
I took 'em to a special kinda place where the rules don't apply or affect time and space
Meet me in the nexus, I'm in the top left door
Leave 'em all asking, "What this knife in my chest for?"
This is Stabbing Room shit
Steady cracking pool sticks
I get the funniest feeling, I can feel the fucking guts from out his tummy they spilling
Hang a pop rapper by the band of his wristwatch
And if the shoe fits, I'll dismantle your thrift shop
Fucking corny
Datacat up in the forest and you rappers fit to bore me
Keep it gory in your mainframe
Sick of Satan and we rep the same gang
[Hook: datacat]
You can find me in the forest
Where the murk wood flourish
Just a mile from the mountain tip
Pop a pill, hang around a bit
Never worry about the wind direction
Bumpy rides with no intersections
You can find me in the forest
Where the dead fruit flourish

[Verse 2: Rav]
Jumping motherfuckers like House of Pain, what?
I and Ethan been smoked forty ounce today, slut
Bout thirty-three blunts, downed forty-eight buckets
Of whatever datacat poured in these cups (data data)
Ayo, datacat is fucked up!
He'll seek a body for a host when Ethan's body's decomposed
The vessel known as Mr. Smith's now sinister
Just slit your wrists and save yourself
He'll split your ribs, he'll strip you of your sense of self
Who let the EXO demons out?
Shut up 'fore I give you a reason to scream about
We traced your address earlier over at Ethan's house
You now have our permission to start freaking out
And they ask me why am I a-always speaking loud
I try stopping the voices, but they keep-keep leaking out
They claim that I'm in a possession of a reaper's mouth
And I'm always on my feet, I don't ever sleep, nor lounge
"Objectifying and self-destructive
Rationality-defying, excelling in nothing
But bringing fear
Sickle-cell-sick of this weird fuck
Haunting in my nightmares
Make me wanna rip my ears up!"
That's what they say, but there's no neutralizing me
I'm the shepherd to your sub-conscience, you will die as sheep
Catch us by the church where we crucified the priest
Crushed a couple tabs which we threw behind his teeth
Then we dragged him to the forest
Hung him on a branch as a handout for the tourists
I will lead the war against these rappers breaking order
Darkness been secluded and it's time to break the borders
[Hook: datacat]
You can find me in the forest
Where the murk wood flourish
Just a mile from the mountain tip
Pop a pill, hang around a bit
Never worry about the wind direction
Bumpy rides with no intersections
You can find me in the forest
Where the dead fruit flourish