[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