[Intro]
(Who is it?)
(It's...)

[Verse 1]
Catman!
Catface, A.K.A
Cat LaQuack
Met a rapper
His favourite game is Ms. Pac-Man
I smell, but the haters say I'm pretty rad, man!
Sharp as a razor blade, sharp as an axe, man!
Coming to save the day just like batman
Caped crusaders race bigger than the flash can
Please vacate the stage
You can't rap man!
You waste of space
Chuck your lyrics in the trashcan
You look like you're gonna have a heart attack, man
You should just take the bait and have a nap, man
Or you can Gatorade and have a snack, man
"See you later mate, taxi!"
Catman’s back a ride like backstreet
Not a black man, like Teddy from Packstreet
Not a fat man, not like John. Kenny
But I can rap man and I can make a fat beat
To make you tap dance, [], and river dance like Matt Flatley
Even if you got fat feet
I'm at the wheel and you're in the backseat
Motherfucker!
Cat face man, your faces like []
You better think twice before you attack me
I got the money, Keith Party to back me
Ram that ass with fatasses can be

My back is JT brank me
But actually, I've never been away
So I can be back, see?
If I had a job at a bullshit factory
I'd be too real, so the boss would sack me

[Verse 2]
Out tracks are fat, like a chubby convention
New whole damn lines, like the water retention
We got a brand new statement of intention
I painted my crew the latest invention
Flipped the switch on the wall now, you're turning me on
Injected with powers like King Solomon
On top of this beat, our intention is strong
You fear the hard way stuff to come on
The first effect would be the bounce of your neck
Where retinal moving down to your step-step
Shaken by the rhythm
Moved by the Keith Party
Far from your grasp but beyond your belief
The second hard task relies on the empty punch
Shake your ass, and do both of them
Fast, fast, faster than mechanical
Harder than our cause
Second way, pierce through the deafening sound blast
[Bridge]
The second last part of the Keith Party plan
Run brock to the top, and keep going nonstop
Stop in the morning, continue at noon
The Keith Party hype wave;
On sale soon!

[Verse 3]
Keith Party style
We're never gonna die
We're never gonna stop till we take it worldwide
And we're smiling while we do it
When we're pushing you a mitten
We got a lot of skill and we ain't afraid to use it
Like a pyramid made of harmonies
All stacked and topped till you can't stack no more
Just keep going and going
You know it's chasing story

[Verse 4]
On a break beat I fall to the floor
Stomp your feet till your feet get sore
Slam those shoes till there's holes in the floor
Just nod your head like yes you want more
On a break beat I fall to the floor
Stomp your feet till your feet get sore
Nod your head like yes you want more
Just kick it in like we kicked the front door down
Bam!