Catfish M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, Brian
Yeah, never had to away from anybody Always been about it the jump Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a Never a punk Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator Drop another hot son Take 'em back to feed my With Baby D and the Kings of Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still that flag, I'm New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat Leaving fuckers chewed up Like a in a backpack I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act I'll crack a like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks Pull up your bra, spilling your guts You better your bo-ttle You yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes You willing to bet, I'll make a splash pot-holes After it rains, your name just like a snot nose You'll be running, trying to escape coming But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman There's one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever As for the other white boy from (Pst), whatever welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it Fuck around and surround you like circumferences You build a house of hate around I have brung to this Game, make that place your home Like the Sons of did Lame, I'm all the way up, woke, You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, firm You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is You could use an Uber, like a student I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, bruise your ego Abuse and move onto the hall, the wall stupid Who's the man? the tutor? Letters flying 'til the ghetto The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" Here I go, a trenchcoat and a black rifle Ten toes down up like a light Middle finger up like a Black horn I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit let bygones be bygones Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch Rapping is just bygone Never thought the culture that I would be this sleazy His videos all look alike, no they can't see me Is the guy that said he was the hottest white boy Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck up, G—easy I can't let Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by Don't know if I'm Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky Mathers may have ignored you But if you want the smoke, the foil I'll boil you the kettle's dry a nice day suave I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK? Got so many styles I be a wardrobe boy So little boy flows some O.J. poured in the With your pancakes little helper, Daddy's little bae Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet Brought the pepper and a banana for AKs holler, "Mayday, mayday" Then take it to the bank, it's payday Oh, you a Well, take the ball and Let me here kick that Pelé The nerve of the they say, I'm permanently amazed And your sucks, fuckin' one sip I wanted to go back to AA Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't rap it, fuck Post Malone, just because Let's see if he back All chain stitching from chill bill And the cowboy and hats Damn Posty, why can't we be Our already match Poser, biter, thief Give a fuck how many you sold Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree Boy you're my seed, another in the gang With the I see I just picked a with Post Malone And did it all on a beat through the middle up Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA I don't really give a fuck Tell me what do I lose anyway Still mobbin' in the a middle finger out the window when I wave Trunk III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK Beethoven is over in his grave I'm a conductor anaconda With the musical energy, wave of an anomaly, Shady Bumping something crazy, someone save me Nothing me something baby No playing, fuck you pay me
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