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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk from anybody
Always been about it from the
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
Drop another hot son
Take 'em to feed my park
With D and the Kings of Crunk
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 waving flag, I'm
New South in I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers up
a muskrat in a backpack
I'll up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker
Pull up bra, quit spilling your guts
You cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to what's coming
But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you like
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to
Game, I'll make that place your
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 holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll
Hop in the bitch, Hip-Hop 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 Who's the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a rifle
Ten down 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
let bygones be bygones
Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be this
His videos all look alike, no they can't see me
Is this the guy that he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? What the
up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, the foil
I'll boil you till the 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. in the glass
With your pancakes
Mama's little helper, Daddy's 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, it's payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and
Let me here that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently
And your sucks, fuckin' one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Malone, just because
Let's see if he back
All chain stitching from chill bill
And the cowboy boots and
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our already match
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, another mullet in the
With the I see
I picked a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
Dribble through the up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really give a
Tell me do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle finger out the window I wave
Trunk III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
is rolling over in his grave
Cause I'm a conductor
With the musical energy, wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III