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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
Always been it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck a hater
been a punk
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em back to my park
With Baby D and the of Crunk
Rest in Peace Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Still Dixie bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, I sing or rap, ask Dax
up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving fuckers chewed up
a muskrat in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, spilling your guts
You better cork your
You yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot
You'll be running, trying to what's coming
But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one
As for the other boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you circumferences
You a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I'll make place your home
the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I'm all the way up, woke,
You you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the stupid
Who's the man? Who's the
flying 'til the ghetto crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black
Ten toes up like a light pole
Middle up like a Black Rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit
Never let bygones be
I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be sleazy
His videos all alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy said he was the hottest white boy
the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck
Hold up,
I can't let this Tom lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm watching Ice or Vanilla Sky
Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the
I'll boil you till the dry
Have a nice day
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. in the glass
your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's little helper, little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
Brought the pepper spray and a for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, another payday
Oh, you a Well, take the ball and
Let me kick that shit Pelé
The of the shit they say, I'm permanently amazed
And whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go back to AA
Who I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Malone, just because
Let's see if he back
All that stitching from chill bill
And the cowboy boots and
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our clothes already
Poser, biter, appropriation
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just picked a bone with Post
And did it all on a B-side
Dribble through the up
on 'em like I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really a fuck
me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle finger out the window when I
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel MGK
Beethoven is rolling in his grave
Cause I'm a anaconda
the musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping daily something crazy, save me
made me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III