Hood cat prowl, shadows in moonlight,
Claws sharp, breath ready, bout to ignite,
Fishbone jacket, alley master,
Scratch marks on walls, faster than a rapture.

Paw prints left in concrete jungle,
Milk money stackin’, no time to bungle,
Litter box throne, the king of the block,
Gangster whiskers, tough as cinderblock.

Meow mix with the hustler’s hustle,
Tuna cans pop, every muscle tussle,
Catnip dreams with sharp fangs gleam,
Rappin’ kitten’s roar, down the street, I scream.

Tail twitch with rhythm, alley symphony,
Street fights and night bites, it’s my epiphany,
Gangland feline, no collar constraints,
Nine lives spent in criminal paints.

Purr loud in the silence, shadows dance,
Green eyes pierce, night’s macabre trance,
Gangster strut, whiskers razor-fine,
No mouse or rat can outshine.

Meow mix with the hustler’s hustle,
Tuna cans pop, every muscle tussle,
Catnip dreams with sharp fangs gleam,
Rappin’ kitten’s roar, down the street, I scream.