What was da dat ill-fated kingdom, maybe yous recall? 

I’ve forgotten, I’m just a dumb Pumpkinhead, dats all…

But I’d heard it spoken dey all got very titlated before furscist fall,

Oh yes, dem perceptions of religious fornication upon furry chests,

Twas dat sexualization of starred collars by privileged classes of lust,

Dem sweatiest fingers in da kingdom, firm’n rich an old slime’n rat pack,

Unleash’n the stickiest touchers to horn amok on all da lands and animals.

And in Kittywoof, who’s become’n dat image for perversion’s fall upon n’goating?

Is it the colourful vergent queer kitty who edges da norms of social acceptance on forms?

Cause none be lust’n for naked kitties like a rat pack, sopping, think’n bout colourful treats,

It’s obvious cause every word frum der stink’n mouths is imagine’n a vergent kitty’s genitals.

Sickos!

Maybe it’s the towering black pup, imagined asa thirsty and thick chew-toy of masoplied mind?

Those sewer rats hate pups runn’n at em, it’s why they lock ‘em up fast, bribing Beards ta do it,

Dey like dem in one place ya sees, get’n to creep, poke and touch those pups in kennel cages.

Freaks!

Is it the unshielded mousey immigrant who’s a quick filler for a young pinkie’s wettest dream?

Oh rats go far places to find em small, pink n’fresh, float’n there on a gilded snakes slithering,

Lure’n dem mice frum der homes, trapp’n dem in dark sewers, make’n inta pruned wet slaves.

Perverts!

Or da kitties n’pups of techno parents whosa now watch’n every insertion of growing scene?

Oh dey be da touchest parents with all dat creep’n tech, make’n sure der kids be’n spy eye’d,

Offering a help’n hand to direct der urges just right, hugging tight, kissing wet, always a stalk’n.

Creeps!

Oh yes, de all be feel’n wet and sweaty right now,

All dem sickos and freaks, perverts and creeps!

Always quickest to touch, n’da first to drop a load,

Raty slick fingers smelling outta sewers to touch.

It’s Pepe the Pigeonrat, cum’n fast to claim da desperate,

Using da poor of Kittywoof to moist’n his sweaty git’l lips,

A slathering mouth for da rich, want’n to tussle ’em poor.

An da hardening force of a Slick-Fingered Rat Pack,

Is der seedy connection to Pedowit da Bronzer Snake,

Dat stickiest toucher, twiddlin stroke greasy git’l feathers,

Groping dem pinkies raw and lust’n for dem cute kitty eyes,

Jerk’n old rats off on der furscist youngins to lamest end'ns.

And even a dumb Pumpkinhead smells dat turbid speed roll,

If dat furscy-talker without wit but lotsa over-tugg’n leverage,

If dat raty smeller reeks up Kittywoof - der be no get’n outta it.

By, once dat Pedowit Snake and Pigeonrat start a’touch’n,

Why, dey never gonna stop if der techno-webs get unite’n.

Oh, dey excited, da temperature rise’n moist in der pants, 

The sewers touch’n keys, turn’n techno-webs to wetfields,

Eager to get a’creep’n all-over your very naughty children,

Dem vergent kitties, nervous pups and unguarded pinkies,

Inspect’n dem as dey lift legs to harmlessly tinkle on a tree.

A Pigeonrat talks like a freak, a flowing sewer of pure shit,

And sticky slimes a’rest’n upon dat furscy-talk’n git’ls lips.

And where I be if dey gets to hold’n dat techno-web?

I knows it's not gonna be watch’d or prision patched,

But smashed a-ground for pumpkin seed currency,

My vinery used as ropes to quickly tie up da rest.

Sickos and freaks, perverts and creeps,

A rat pack edged on by a Pedowit Snake!