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Kitty sounds a lot like that crazy girl you were chatting up at the bar last Saturday. Let the female rapper explain herself in her own words:

"You know that girl at that party who is being kind of annoying but it's like whatever she's probably drunk and looking for attention so we'll engage her in conversation because it's amusing and she'll probably embarrass herself by telling way too much about her personal life? It's like that, kinda, except she turns out to be really creepy and makes you never want to talk to her again.

Kitty's self-awareness and need to talk about her personal life make for an interesting combination, giving us someone who isn't afraid to tell everyone about things that most people keep under lock and key. Her most recent release, D.A.I.S.Y. Rage, captures this attitude perfectly. It's about time we had more female MCs in the game and we just hope Kitty continues to entertain in a way that only she knows how.

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Are you ready? I don't have an opening I guess I'll go ahead
I'm Bo Peep, no sheep Just white dresses
Red tresses and white laundry I sing a song to my zombie army
I sing, "Who do you voodoo bitch?” You can't harm me
You can’t harm me You can’t charm me
I'm a patrician I'm singin’ pounds in the trashcan
Kitty do the dishes Singin’ pounds in the trashcan
And I love NY ‘cause there's so many bridges to jump off
The backyard's where you get dumped off Lil Kim wanna let the hive pump off
I just wanna drag you through the marigolds
I just wanna preach you every parable Wiz is black and yellow
And I'm white and fucking terrible I'm out in fucking chairs in front of
cracker barrel With a red nose like a character of carols
at Christmas I hear, "Miss kitty, come here and sniff
this"
- You guys look bored.
Fuck.
No committee of clones to ride cock
And say, "Leave Kitty alone.
” They're Chris Crock to me
You don't know why all the boys flock to me?
Bitch, draw your eyebrows on Then talk to me
Draw your eyebrows on Then talk to me
You don't know why all the boys flock to me?
You don't know why all the boys flock to me?
You don't know why I get blogged? You're unable to discern
If I'm the wunderkind or underdog So fuck you all
I'm the Wonderwall I'm the one to call
I'm a slab of muscle under fat I'm in battle like a Thundercat
I'm a Thunder Kitty What a shitty little pun
But that's why I need a gun, a gat Or something like that
I get bottles thrown and shot a lot I'm hot a lot
And I gotta get some otter pops I'm the Optimus
And I boss around the Autobots And I bounce in my own crowd
I need to get the fuck out of my hometown And I bounce, bounce, bounce
What, bitch? Bounce, bounce, bitch
Just bounce I'm able to discern
If I'm the wunderkind or underdog So fuck it all
I'm the Wonderwall I'm the one to call
I'm a slab of muscle under fat I'm in battle like a Thundercat
- All right, next time.
Whatever.
Nya, nya, nya.
I'm Kitty.
Are you guys bored? You look bored.
Bounce, bitch.
Bounce, bounce. I am, like... You're cubic zirconium You're hoeing them, you are cubic
zirconium You are fool's gold
You fit a fool's mold, like diamonds Your molecules will prove you're hoeing
them You're cubic zirconium
You're fool’s gold Your fool's gold
You're a fool, old man You're cubic zirconium
You are fool's gold You fit a, you fit a fool's mold
I had you wrapped around my finger, but er
There's a little green ring there now, ew
How will I get your residue off? You're about as fraudulent
As a mirage out in the desert Blue peacock, puff your feathers to
Bring a bunch of bitches backstage into your dressing room
So you can treat it like a petting zoo And get heated that I never do
Why am I friends with you? You say you're silver
But you're filler with a filigree
- Can you guys hear me? Smalls, you're not hitting the balls
You're killing me Illegitimate like Bill and I am Hillary
You pillage all your image To appeal to the millions
And always asking, "Hey Kitty, you think you’re feeling me?"
You're a dentured grandpa trying to grill it
You're as authentic as a handful of acrylics
And you're synthetically made You're Krab with a K
At the back of every china buffet
- Can you even hear me? Put your hand up if you can.
I'm scared you can't hear me.
You're cubic zirconium You're hoeing ‘em
You are cubic zirconium You are fool's gold
You fit a fool's mold Your molecules will prove you're hoeing
‘em You're cubic zirconium
You're fool’s gold You're fool’s gold
You’re cubic zirconium You're hoeing ‘em all
You're cubic zirconium You are fool’s gold
You fit a...feedback, what? I think that's my fault though
This rhyme, it'll prickle like a pinecone
But won't stick because you're fickle as a
rhinestone You differ like the time zones
Every trend you're on the dick of it I'm really sick of it
You think you're hard as Noreaga So fake I'd find you at a bodega
You're a little flaker But, hey, at least you'll do whatever it
takes, huh? You're a Kardashian's ass
You're astro turf because you're not actually grass
And you act so perfect but you know how roses smell
So bogus, I'm the only one that noticed
- I don't like this.
This is a scary show.
I'm scared now.
Well, you ready? What's next? I want it bad I want it bad
- This used to be a theme song but then I wrote another song over it.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
- I'm not a good singer.
I'll stop that.
Are you having fun yet? I know you have a mix you want to spin And I know you want to prove your
dominance And you want all my Klonopin
So I'll trade you for your confidence
Soon I can uncurl from the little ball I'm in
I got a problem with incontinence at night
I make promises that I'll remain anonymous
I don't wanna be a party to your
pompousness I wanna plot a diss, I get a lot of shit
that I can grin and bear I was undercover for a minute there
Why you want to fucking undercut me Like I'm Skrillex hair, Skrillex hair?
So freaking bad, real freaking bad
I want to be a millionaire so freaking bad
I'm not that dumb I just have dumb luck
And I'm just unkempt with my shirt untucked
And maybe you're a pro And you're the master
And everything I do, you do it cooler and faster
And you do it better And you crumble up my effort like it's
feta And talk about the devil because you're so
black metal
- You like that? That was funny, right? When I wet the bed I'll clean it up
I mean it I can swear it on my freckles
I’ve been quiet as a kettle On a cold stove
And I’ve been black and mild Like an old clove
And I’ve been acting childish I know, bro
I cry all of the time And I'm Eliza in the wild
And I babble to the tigers in the forest And I see with eyes of Horus
In Florida, I spit on all the visor-wearing tourists
I'm bitter because I do cool shit And you ignore it
I'm bitter because I do cool shit And you ignore it
Dirty little secret I'm all-American but I'm not a reject
Why am I your dirty little secret? Is it because of all the undies that I
peed in? And I'm your dirty little secret.
I'm all-American but I'm not a reject Why am I your dirty little secret?
Is it because of all the undies? I get it
You don't have to be a braggart Your songs are better
In control of your bladder And if you tell me, "persevere,"
I'll push you under ladders I'll see you in seven years
I'll see you in seven years Sucker, please
You're making fun of all my lyrics And my rubber sheets
I hope your toast lands where it's buttery
I hope you stub all of the ruddy toes
I hope you do a lot of coke End up with bloody teeth
I hope that you admit that you're in love with me
I hope you do it publicly But you want to be a millionaire
So freaking bad, so freaking bad I want to be a millionaire
- Are you, like, embarrassed for me? This girl's like, "Oh my god.
Whoa, that was even worse.
” Are you feeling me?
Are you feeling me? Are you feeling me?
No.
Are you feeling me?
Are you feeling me?
- Okay, that's a lot of extra time there.
Let me go to the next one.
Yeah, are the cutest, to come do a song with me so I'm not so alone? So alone.
Where are you? The cutest, the cutest in the house.
What? The cutest ignore everyone.
The cutest, the cutest, the cutest.
Anyway, whatever.
Am I done then? Go ahead.
Yeah.
Okay, this is a love song to you guys.
So fun.
You're a fun audience.
Aw, whoops.
I should be less creepy
And less easy sounding Please, could you freeze me up
Zero degrees, freak me? Even though I'm greasier than pizza
More tweezers I need, Jesus, my teeth they just need bleaching
I'll be sweet to you, Always free, I can leave with you
Birds and bees are a mystery, Teach me?
With books thicker than Tolstoy, descriptive
And most boys would liquor me up
But I predict that you're going to see me
and split Because you're dirty Sprite and I'm Kitty,
Your gold teeth are the shit, And I'm Mary Jane and you're Petey
In the street, I'll invert you So greet me with kisses iconic
and sweetly
- All right, this is so embarrassing.
I'm going to wait and listen,
I really want you to want me I really want to take off with you
Really want you to want me But you're flexing in the trap
Every time I hear your voice I have relapse
Let me holler at you Hey shorty, let me holler at you
Hey shorty Hey shorty, let me holler at you
Hey shorty, let me holler at you Shorty, let me holler at you
Hey shorty, let me holler at you Hey shorty, let me holler at you
- Oh, the mood lighting.
Okay, first off, I don't love them
I bag them, I gut them And, B, I don't know where I put them
Angie Teresa look like Jalisa from BET She came to see you
I'm pleased to pieces but I ain't see you, no
You said you don't like to talk at the party
Like I'm a fireball at a party, come on
I can sit and smoke a ciga-cigar-gar from
Cuba-Cuba-ba You're sipping Mai Tai's
It's Dirty Sprite, show you right Sure you really, really, really, really,
really, really wanna be my lover? You say you wanna go home
And what cartoons Yeah, me too, but not with you
High off weed and lots of booze High on the street like a mobster do
Meat in her tail like a lobster do
And she Dominican too, this isn't fucking
with you Listen, mami, you really want me to want
you? I'm glad you think you can know me
I'm glad you thought you were cool And you think you thought you could know
me Turned into a pack of bogies
I'm glad you thought you could know me, but no
- That was beautiful.
Hey shorty, let me holler at you
Hey shorty, let me holler at you Hey shorty, let me holler at you
Hey Shorty, let me holler at you
Hey shorty, let me holler at you Hey shorty
Hey shorty, let me holler at you
- Thank you Lex.
- That was very cool.
That was some Max B.
shit.
It's pretty wavy.
- I try to be on my Max B.
- It's pretty wavy.
Wow.
Everybody's whoo.
Oh my god, this song is so hard to rap.
Oh, my god.
I didn't want to do it but I caved And I'm bitter that I blew it
So I saved your digits So I hit him up at parties and at raves
I'm sorry for my art It's in my heart
On you, it's based like a god Like a bitch, like a Martian
And I only start shit when I get Bacardi And I'm brave
I mean, I forgave you for lying But I'm pretty sure I'm dying
And my room is like a grave I am relating to Aaliyah because you say
You're going to leave her but you ain't
And I've been patiently waiting since the
day that you asked But your mom would have a problem if we
date So what then?
I'll just blubber to my friends and let them say, "fuck men"
How rude, fuck them, that's my hardcore debut
Trash talk, I just blubber to my friends And let them say, "Fuck men"
How rude, fuck them, right? So what should I expect?
And I can tell I'm agitating you With all the badgering I do
You're unattached, I kind of knew it I want to let it pass and get it through
How's it getting all the ass? I know you do
And I'll admit the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan And I'm just a little girl and you're a grown ass man
So, like, I know how to handle you Fucking with the kid you say you want to
lend your hand to But she's a hottie
I can't even hold a candle You could've gave a Twitter to me,
could've used a handle Said, "You're prettier but could you lend
your man to me?" And avoided a whole scandal
This isn't what I planned You're more demanding than I thought
And I am flakier than dandruff I want to hold your hand and look
outlandish together And just perpetuate propaganda
- Do you know how many words I just said? Whoo, shout out to me.
How rude, fuck them, right? Fuck men.
I'll just blubber to my friends And let them say, "Fuck men"
How rude, fuck them My fans enable me and kissing your butt
And like every little twist is a publicity stunt
You say, "Kitty is you tricking, or what?"
I'm unflinching and I'm a stick in the mud
All I can talk about is rhymes, though Because what else is there to say
When we're sleeping in different time zones?
Fucking tour from California, Vermont And like ooh, ooh, ooh
You're the one that I want We talk a little, but eventually stop so
You're the one that I want Why the fuck are you the one that I want?
Woo, South Bye
- Whoa, all right.
Let's see.
There, there.
Okay, so I made this song, this next one...it was really embarrassing because a lot of people heard it that I didn't really want them to hear it.
And now it's...yeah, whatever. Get out of my room.
Once upon a time, I spied on you
Bud Light Lime in my hand and I stand over there
And listen to your little lies about your cool life
You say she will be your wife, but I am Whites red, irises brown, and your eyes
wide Apologize to me when I see you do a line
I'm open-minded and it's fine Though I do that shit, but I don't really
mind it I'm not heartless but I'm hardened, a
rotten tooth It's my party, couldn't cry if I wanted to
And the more you taunt me The more I think I'm wanting you
And I'm the one that's haunting you Now you're trying to dip, without me
But I'm the princess, read my lip, it's pouty
And the sky is looking kind of cloudy So maybe you should stay inside
And you and I can get a little rowdy Lordy, shorty you're a 10
And I wait for your drunk dials at 3:30 a.m.
I love them Excuse me, you're a hell of a boy
Your cigarette breath Well, I thoroughly enjoy it
Lordy, shorty you're a 10 And I wait for your drunk dials at 3:30
a.
m.
Love them
So call me sober when you're ready Not going steady
But, babe, I planned our wedding already I don't care how long it takes
To get you after me I wrote our names on my binder
And everybody laughed at me But it really doesn't matter
You are radder and cooler A hooligan and my flattery
Makes me look like a fool again You are a tool again
But you're the one that I've chosen I'm not familiar with this type of
devotion I used to be a pimp without emotion
But now you got me simping And singing the Frank Ocean
And thinking about you Ooh, no, no, no
I been thinking about you Ooh, no, no, no
I been thinking about you Do you think about me still?
Do you? Do you? Do you not think so far?
Lordy, shorty you're a 10 And I wait for your drunk dials at 3:30
a.
m.
I love them, excuse me
So call me sober when you're ready Not going steady
But, babe, I planned our wedding already Lordy, shorty you're a 10
And I wait for your drunk dials at 3:30 a.m.
- Usually I see, like, lighters and, like, cell phones.
People throw their bras at me.
And you guys are just like…oh, so you’re having fun? Yey.
Bounce.
Listen to my awkward voice.
What? Just snorted a pill
- Just snorted a pill.
Just snorted a pill
- Okay, so this next song is supposed to be with Riff Raff.
But since Riff Raff's not here, I'm going to have this Riff Raff, Jr.
, Young Riff Raff.
This is DJ Cervix and he's covering for Riff Raff because Riff Raff is doing who knows what.
- Can we turn it up a little? Is it loud enough? Should we turn it up? I can't really hear it.
It's okay.
So, yeah, cool.
I forgot how loud this part is.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.
Please for the love of God.
Rap game Taylor Swift 45 on my hip
And I'll lift off, a switch up Hip hop with Riff
DatPiff because I am not gifted I'm sifting through the shit on Twitter
I want to quit it But I spit it on the Beautiful Lou
And tell the Kitty lovers, “Baby, you are beautiful too”
Blonde haired boys That put the youth in the crew
And if you bring me around I'll put some youth in you too, boo
I am the rap game Tease and the trapper
I bees with the Aderall Fiends and the assholes
Wee, I can rap I'm not mean but you're whack
In the backseat Hyper on the track
- Are you ready? Wee, I can rap
Wee-wee, I can rap I'm not mean but you're whack
Mean-mean but you're whack Wee-wee, I can rap
Wee-wee, I can rap I'm not mean but you're whack
Mean-mean but you're whack
- Okay.
When it comes to hateful words
I got skin like a rhinoceros Diamonds on my binder
Fourth grade I was immaculate Reading, writing, arithmetic
My favorite, mathematics Marked my paper more than average
You bastard rappers could play in traffic The way I ball
I could've played for Toronto Raptors Olympic swimmers from Nigeria
Emeralds in my ears So far from clear because
They resemble frozen lettuce 91 degrees out in Belgium
You ever seen melted lime jello? Did I confuse you losers?
I pull up in the candy relish Rap game peppermint patty
And the lavender bumblebee jackets Your girlfriend's vagina
It smells like bumblebee tuna She duct taped me to the dumpster
Otherwise I would've left sooner Riff
Wee, I can rap Wee-wee, I can rap
I'm not mean but you're whack Mean-mean but you're whack
Wee-wee, I can rap Wee-wee, I can rap
I'm not mean but you're whack Mean-mean, but you're whack
- So that was my last song and my name's Kitty.
Whoo, clap for me.
That's right, yeah.
It was nice to do this.

Artist Bio

In other words, 19-year-old Kitty Prydeher stage name, recently shortened to just Kitty in order to spare X-Men fans some rageconfused the shit out of everyone last year. When she went viral with her video for Okay Cupid, a single from her last EP, haha im sorry, she was met with everything from seething vitriol to fascinated deconstructions of her persona. (Even The New York Times took a stab at figuring Kitty out.) But the more people squabbled in YouTube comments sections, the more people listened, and the more people noticed: the girl is actually pretty good.

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