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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, never had to away from anybody
Always been it from the jump
Yeah, been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop another hot son
'em back to feed my park
With Baby D and the of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Still Dixie bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers up
Like a in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I 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 yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
After it rains, with name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, to escape what's 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 boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you circumferences
You build a house of hate around I have brung to this
Game, I'll that place your home
Like the 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, holding
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
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 onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the man? the tutor?
flying 'til the ghetto crying
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at in a shit cyclone
let bygones be bygones
Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they see me
Is this the guy said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck
Hold up,
I let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall may have ignored you
But if you the smoke, bring the foil
boil you till the kettle's 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 some O.J. poured in the
With buttermilk pancakes
little helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then it to the bank, it's another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and
Let me here kick shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit say, I'm permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would Post Malone but he don't even rap
it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that chain stitching chill bill
And the boots and hats
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our already match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just picked a bone Post Malone
And did it all on a B-side
Dribble through the up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose
mobbin' in the pickup
Throw a middle finger out the window I wave
Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
Cause I'm a anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone me
made me something baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III