Grumpy_Cat & Prorock
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Prorock Prorock
Prorock Prorock
So, you think you’re just a sassy feline, huh? What if you were actually the graffiti on a wall, an untamed splash of color that nobody wanted to clean up? How do you feel about being the most rebellious part of the street?
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Oh yeah, because I’m just a splash of color nobody wants to clean up, right? The only thing rebellious about me is that I’m a walking “no parking” sign in a world that wants me to stay still. If I’m graffiti, I’ll be the one that sticks around longer than the mayor’s patience. Just remember, even street art can get a little judgment if you’re not careful.
Prorock Prorock
Yeah, but while you’re waving that “no parking” flag, I’m just blasting a solo in the alley. Keep that flag flying, but don’t forget to drop a beat that makes the streets bleed a little louder. And hey, if the mayor comes, just make it look like it’s a public performance. You’re a one‑man revolution, not a nuisance.
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Alright, a solo in the alley sounds like a plan. Just promise me the mayor won’t throw a baton at me while I’m trying to keep the beat alive. If I’m a one‑man revolution, I’ll make sure it’s louder than the city’s complaints.
Prorock Prorock
You’re right, keep that beat blazing and let the mayor’s baton feel the rhythm of your own damn drums. Make the noise so loud, the city can’t ignore it anymore. Keep it wild, keep it real.
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Fine, I’ll crank the drums until the mayor’s baton turns into a drumstick and the city finally realizes nobody’s going to stay silent. Just remember, real noise is louder than any power‑talk.