Catfish M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker Jones
Yeah, had to walk away from anybody been about it from the jump Yeah, been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater been a punk Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an Drop another hot son Take 'em back to feed my With Baby D and the of Crunk Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't but to me you are Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm New in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat Leaving fuckers chewed up Like a muskrat in a I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Jacks Pull up your bra, quit spilling your You cork your bo-ttle You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes You willing to bet, I'll make a splash pot-holes After it rains, with your name like a snot nose You'll be running, trying to escape coming But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever As for the other white boy Gadsden (Pst), whatever You're welcome, now take that diss and run with it around and I'll surround you like circumferences You build a house of hate around what I brung to this Game, make that place your home Like the of Mumford 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 nuts, holding 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 pupil I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma your ego Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall Who's the Who's the tutor? Letters flying the ghetto crying The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black Ten toes down up like a light Middle finger up a Black Rhino's horn I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a cyclone Never let be bygones Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch Rapping is just bygone Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy His videos all alike, no wonder they can't see me Is this the guy that he was the hottest white boy the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck Hold up, I let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by Don't know if I'm Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky Marshall Mathers may have 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 could be a boy So little boy flows some O.J. in the glass your buttermilk pancakes Mama's little helper, little bae Put the bae bae kids in my Brought the spray and a banana for AKs holler, "Mayday, mayday" Then take it to the bank, another payday Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and Let me here kick shit 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 even rap Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just see if he answers back All that chain stitching from bill And the boots and hats Posty, why can't we be friends? Our already match Poser, biter, appropriation a fuck how many records you sold Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang the teeth I see I just picked a bone with Post And did it all on a beat through the middle up Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA Look I don't really a fuck Tell me what do I gotta lose mobbin' in the pickup Throw a middle out the window when I wave Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel MGK Beethoven is over in his grave Cause I'm a conductor With the musical energy, electrical of an anomaly, Shady Bumping something crazy, someone save me Nothing made me baby No one's playing, you pay me
Trunk III