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Lyrics
[Intro]
Seven collars on the coat rack
Seven shadows in the hall
Only one lap in this palace
Somebody gotta fall (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Four black panthers on the sofa
Two cream schemes in the light
One chunky tabby by the kitchen
Every whisker ready for a fight
We all heard the can tap first
Swear we all came from the curb
We all think we earned that crown
Same bowl, same house, same nerve
I walk past, tails start twitchin'
Side-eye stretch on the chair
Everybody tryna look harmless
Claws tucked back, still glare
We all know who gets the first cuddle
We all know who hears their name
So every nap turn battle plan
Every snack turn hunger game (hey!)
[Chorus]
Seven cats, one throne in this house
Seven lives tryna scratch each other out
Who the favorite?
Who the favorite now?
We all purr sweet, all plotting on the down
I want the lap, the treats, the praise
I want the bed, the brush, all day
Seven cats, one throne in this house
Seven queens, seven kings, claws out
[Verse 2]
Four black shadows in the hallway
Move quiet like smoke on the rug
We take turns blockin' doorways
Trip you up when you beg for a hug
Siamese twins on the window
Blue eyes cold like ice
They scream songs at sunrise
Keep you up, that’s spite
One say, knock plants off slowly
Other say, chew that cord
If you slip on broken pottery
Maybe you won’t be adored
Black cat squad on the counter
Slide your bowl off the ledge
If they hungry, you go hungry
That’s survival in the wedge (yeah)
We leave fur on your favorite sweater
We pee once on your spot
You disappear, we share the pillow
That's how rivals get got
[Chorus]
Seven cats, one throne in this house
Seven lives tryna scratch each other out
Who the favorite?
Who the favorite now?
We all purr sweet, all plotting on the down
I want the lap, the treats, the praise
I want the bed, the brush, all day
Seven cats, one throne in this house
Seven queens, seven kings, claws out
[Bridge]
Treat bag rattle, we freeze
Every tail curl, every plea
Black fur circle up, say "scheme"
Siamese whisper, "follow me"
We ain't sharers, we schemers
Tiny tigers in a cage
All this velvet on our paws
Still we live on petty rage (ooh)
[Chorus]
Seven cats, one throne in this house
Seven lives tryna scratch each other out
Who the favorite?
Who the favorite now?
We all purr sweet, all plotting on the down
I want the lap, the treats, the praise
I want the bed, the brush, all day
Seven cats, one throne in this house
Seven queens, seven kings, claws out (claws out)
Details
GeneratedJan 26, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark trap beat with skittering hi-hats, booming low-end, eerie bell plucks and reversed vocal chops; verses stack dense, playful bars, hook rides a hypnotic chant. Male vocals, tight doubles on punchlines, occasional pitched-down ad-libs. Energy creeps from sneaky to explosive on the final hook, with extra ad-libs and drops.
Credits
Prompt byMuseOrganic661
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap about 7 cats fighting in the house fighting over who's the owner's favorite and wanting to be pampered and now coming up with ways to eliminate each other. 4 black cats and 2 Siamese, rap, trap
