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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away anybody
Always about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never a fuck about a hater
Never been a
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
another hot potato son
Take 'em back to feed my
With Baby D and the Kings of
Rest in Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's 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 I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving these chewed up
Like a in a backpack
hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit your guts
You better your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like off to my-tunes
You to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your just like a snot nose
be running, trying to escape what's coming
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
There's one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy from (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you like
You a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, make that place your home
the Sons 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 holiday nuts, holding
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, a student pupil
I'm a teacher, ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall
Who's the man? the tutor?
Letters flying the ghetto crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up a light pole
Middle up like a Black Rhino's horn
I was for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone
let bygones be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is just
Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no they can't see me
Is this the guy said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom Cruise motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have you
But if you the smoke, bring the foil
I'll boil you till the dry
Have a nice day
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so styles I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows O.J. poured in the glass
With your pancakes
little helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, take the and
Let me here kick that Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I wanted to go straight to AA
Who else? I would diss Post but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, because
Let's see if he answers
All that chain from chill bill
And the boots 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, mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
Dribble the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta anyway
mobbin' in the pickup
Throw a middle finger out the when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping something crazy, someone save me
made me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III