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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
Always been about it from the
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
Drop hot potato son
'em back to feed my park
With D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are
Still Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving fuckers chewed 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 your bra, spilling your guts
You cork 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
You'll be running, trying to escape what's
But the blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (Pst),
You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run it
Fuck and I'll surround you like circumferences
You a house of hate around what 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 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, reach ya for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, the wall stupid
Who's the man? Who's the
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, 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
Never let bygones be
I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is bygone
Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His all look alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with blonde hair? What the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker paddle by
Don't know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Sky
Marshall Mathers may ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the
I'll boil you 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. in the glass
your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's little helper, Daddy's bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
Brought the pepper and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then it to the bank, it's another payday
Oh, you a Well, take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit
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 diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just
see if he answers back
All that chain stitching chill bill
And the boots and hats
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our already match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy you're my seed, another 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
on 'em like I'm in the NBA
Look I really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a finger out the window when I wave
Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping daily something crazy, someone me
Nothing me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III