Yep... totally did this spur of the moment... I'm kind of amazed that it happened.

Was talkin' to my musician buddy Alex, and just sorta asked him if he could make hip hop beats. He didn't know if he could, and I said if he did it, I'd put lyrics to it... Well, he made a beat in, like, an hour and a half... So I HAD to put something together.

I have to say first off, I'm sorry if this sounds shitty. My rhyme skill needs some work, so I hope you can forgive me of my beginner status. In the meantime, enjoy this. I'm posting the lyrics below.

Hello boys and girls

This is the story of shooter kitty
A crafty hood cat who shows no pity
He rolls hard and fast so his teeth are gritty
He's ready to ride on a lightfoot biddy

'Cause shooter kitty rolls in style
On a fine ladies shoulders he can ride for miles n' miles
So put your hand out to him and say heil
He's another nazi smasher whole beat the bile

Outta mudder lubbers who get villainous
Don't be venomous or he'll test a fist
Against your moron skull-
Hope it ain't brittle
kitty pops guns you poppin' skittles

Cute little cat swingin two pink guns
With a need for adventure and ballistic fun
If you bet your luck, you're one dead fuck
I ain't fe-lyin'
Please forgive the pun.

Lemme tell ya 'bout this cat that we know
Legends says he was forged in a volcano
In the brutal a nd dirty stoneage
He learned love for the violence and a lust for cleavage
Searchin' for something to call his own
He said goodbye to his home, and he chose the road
Not a consumer, but he's prepared to pown.
His gats are chrome, and he has no clone.

He's a ladies man, or a ladies cat
Doll-faces wanna be wherever he's at
Skooter's a busy shooter - He's no time for that,
catch a ride on your head
Like a passenger hat

It might sound dumb, but it's kinda fun
He loves piggy back rides
Like his name is Crumb
Rises with the tide - Shines like the sun
And burns like hell when he pulls a gun

Force of God behind the trigger
And the force of love behind her figure
He does it for the ladies then he doesn't linger
If you can't keep up, you're kitty litter

He'll rise to the challenge of all life's tests
Head first into action, face first into breasts
Cast in iron, brushes teeth with crest
you know Shooter Skooter rolls with the best.

The fight is long for this vigilante
hopes his guns won't be needed one day
He can stop the hurtin', close the curtain
His girl his woman, no beast of burden
But that day might never come
He'll fight the fight 'til the fight is done.
At the end of the day, son, what's the sum
Of all your efforts when judgment comes

Is life a pointless game,
is this just a rehash of more of the same?
Is there any gain?
Is my existence absurd, is this mission insane?

Skooter doesn't dwell on life's conundrums
rather just beat 9 milly war drums
When he's fightin' the baddies of the world again
love bullets for their brain Skooter for the win

Better not think of the final goal
Putter sputters to the gutter thinkin' bout the hole
Best instead to distract from loss of soul
Let your heart turn black like a core of coal

No need for love livin' by the bullet
The trigger is heavy will ya help me pull it
The burden's a lot for this kitty's shoulders
And I'm sittin' on yours, it must feel like boulders

To be heftin' all this weight
I'm sorry pretty lady that you share my fate
Together we may be slain
You do the runnin', I'll dispense the pain
Hopefully by the end there'll be something to gain.
Or we'll share the coffin when soon we're lain
And if I leave at the end of this caper
Please forgive shooter kitty, he's a heartbreaker