Kobe’s Moldy Scratch

(yo,

check the gutters)

Look down in the drain pipe

Skinny little pale thing scratching in the dark

(kobe's scratches, man)

Creeping down under where the runoff flows Pale skin stretched tight over

crooked bones Whole block calls him Smeagol,

look at him twitch Scrabbling in muck at the bottom of the

ditch Sniffing on crusts that nobody would claim

Mold on the rind,

got no pride to his name Tail dragging mud,

always running on thin

Clawing at the grate just to beg to get in

That's Smeagol in the gutter with the scratches on his back Pale

little freak on a rotten scrap track (kobe's scratches!) Eating stale mold

while the city walks by Scavenging the drain with that sideways eye

(yeah,

look at him scurry!)

Saw you ducking by the curb by the corner store grate Licking

sour crumbs off an old paper plate Looking like a ghost washed

out in the rain

Ribs poking out while you choke on the drain Nobody respect you,

even roaches move fast Left behind in the sludge,

coming dead in last Scratched up and bony,

squeaking for scraps Living in the dark off the city's leftovers and

traps

That's Smeagol in the gutter with the scratches on his back Pale

little freak on a rotten scrap track (kobe's scratches!) Eating stale mold

while the city walks by Scavenging the drain with that sideways eye

(stay down there!)

Look at him hide

(pale little thing)

Nothing but a pest on the pavement

(clawing the concrete)

Got the whole block laughing at you,

rat

That's Smeagol in the gutter with the scratches on his back Pale

little freak on a rotten scrap track (kobe's

scratches!)

Eating stale mold while the city walks by Scavenging the drain with

that sideways eye

(yeah,

look at him run!)

Stay in the sewer,

Smeagol

Kobe's scratches all over you (hahaha)