Cowboy Bebop/Deadcat Interlude

[Part One - Cowboy Bebop]

[Intro: KUZGUN]
Oh wait fuck, I have to do a verse
Uh, I am a dead cat
Bounce, motherfucker
Dabboli
Bounce, fucknugget
Tax benefits
I got an actual verse coming soon tho

[Hook - JC Assassin]
I want that fragrance, I do in sessions
I'm never playing, I do confessions
I don't like staying, finna guessing
Who I'm portraying, he a rap freshman
Coming with the Cowboy Bebop
She show her real colors like a peacock
Niggas got me steamed like a teapot
Coming with the Cowboy Bebop

[Verse 1: JC Assassin]
Anticipated suspicions of commissioning
Some innovative conditions, keeping it interesting
Your interest rate drop like overweight in an elevator
Overpaid, stab like a shoulder blade, ask the legislature
Flavored, it turn sketchy like insomniacs getting narcolepsy
Shaking the Pepsi, lost my ways like epilepsy
Unbreakable, my pull gravitational
Sensational, my bullshit unavailable
Your rhymes replaceable, case is incapable
Erasable, untraceable, estate is inescapable
Language all twisted with sixes, insufficient refunds
Wicked, my suspicions put competition in reruns
My kingdom, prolific thoughts of dangers, no wisdom
Victims, sadistic horrific pictures of anger, the system
Realistic exhibits, no landslide, you capsized
Like Pi, when you swim with the cats, they baptized
Less on promises, confess your problems to the prophets
Process in your noggin, colossus will be your pockets
Flow leave apostles unconscious, fuck a synopsis
Box office top with no caution of other options
My filmography flawless, freaking falls with philology
Or philosophy, honestly been demolishing wannabes
Astronomy, my architecture a lecture
Detectors of my spectre, a bloody rhyme collector

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gamemast15r]
Honesty is a virtue, I don’t wanna hurt you
I just got anger issues, I admit I don’t deserve you
That’s just me, nowadays, I take life slow like I’m a turtle
Life is like a closed fist that’ll probably leave you purple
List of things I’d rather do then leave you restricted, I’m not a curfew
I’d rather be rollin’ down the window, smokin’ on some indo
Watchin’ the smoke drift as the wind blows
Usually a loner but I always got the back of my kinfolk
Fuck with them, I retaliate violently
I always remain silent, even if they break down the lies in me
I remain responsible for my actions
You gonna need an optical illusion to knock me off my axis
Especially volatile, I try to make sense so you don’t need no captions
Build the tools to success like I’m a medieval blacksmith
I crash parties like I crash whips, you motherfuckers can’t back shit
The amount of real within yourself is less than a fraction

[Hook]

[Verse 3: KUZGUN]
I put in work, that's why our bitches looking like Rihanna
Dead presidents with the panda paint, like Desiigner
My crew tight and you can't get in like young vagina
I'm smoking mo' ses, so niggas see a Red Sea like piranha
My verses is ballin', and I keep the heat like I'm King James
These pussies claim they animals, I might have a mink made
This shit 'bout to blow and get bills coming, like Monica
I trump you all, you cannot see me like Swastika
I used to move E, so I stick to the script, fill most of you actors with clips like a director
Check this, I'm left with niggas that rap about their necklace, they get left neckless

[Outro: KUZGUN]
Uh, you like that?
Let the beat breathe
Let that bitch breathe

[Fade]

[Part Two - Deadcat Interlude]

[Skit - JC Assassin & Faye Valentine]
I don't even think they're ready right now. Cause we're not playing this time. Trust me, they're ready
I don't believe you, you tripping, Faye! I have to go now, but trust me, they are ready. They're waiting