Magic

Magic's the cat that runs my neighborhood

Smacks the felines off my porch in the morning

Would you like to know how he keeps pussy cats straight

A bachelor's P-B-J keeps mama drama away

He's got an angry skull face, milk's dripping from his whiskers

He's playing all the kittens from the blondies to the sisters

He don't fuck around, he's well-trained in the arts

Of hustling, and tussling, and scratching lady parts y'all, uh

Flesh, swollen, blood, expansion

High-brow southern strippers come flocking to his mansion