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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
been about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a
Never been a
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
another hot potato son
Take 'em to feed my park
With Baby D and the of Crunk
Rest in Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers up
Like a muskrat in a
I'll hang up the Ku and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker
Pull up your bra, spilling your guts
You cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
After it rains, with your just like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to escape what's
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
There's only one Michael Wayne, only one Klever
As for the white boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run it
Fuck around and I'll surround you circumferences
You build a house of hate around I have brung to this
Game, I'll make that place your
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, learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the stupid
the man? Who's the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black Rhino's
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 bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder can't see me
Is this the guy that said he was the white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the
I'll boil you the kettle's dry
a nice day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows O.J. poured in the glass
With your buttermilk
Mama's helper, Daddy's 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, it's another
Oh, you a Well, take the ball and
Let me here kick 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 else? I would diss Post but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, because
see if he answers back
All that chain stitching from chill
And the boots and hats
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, appropriation
Give a fuck how records you sold
Every fan you made is a off of my tree
Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Malone
And did it all on a beat
Dribble through the up
on 'em like I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really give a
Tell me what do I gotta lose
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel MGK
is rolling over in his grave
Cause I'm a conductor
With the musical energy, wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone me
made me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III