The cat and the hat and the fat sack.

Walk a mile in my shoes I'm wearing boots and running laps
 Like a phat cat with a fat sack in the hat  
 Your hand I can slap as I pat my own back at the same time I clap and like that it's a wrap  
 My hands roll quicker than any eye can bat  
 I-broke-the-mirror-spilt-the-salt-it-was-my-fault-and-that's-a-fact  
 I had a flat on my way  
 to go pull a rabbit out the hat  
 As my path crossed the path of this Cracker Jack Fat Ass Black Cat  
 Now it must've been his curse That he arrived in my spot first Because I hit him in a hearse  
 Doing over a hundred in reverse  
 My-luck-was-bad-but-his-was- worse-it-was-the-flat-that-got-the- cat-with-the-hearse-in-reverse-once-you-act-you-can't-retract-and-that's-a-fact-to-be-exact-so-that-was-that