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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, never had to away from anybody
Always been it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck a hater
Never been a
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
another hot potato son
Take 'em to feed my park
Baby 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 Dixie bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving these chewed up
Like a muskrat in a
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act
I'll crack a cracker like I 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 to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, to escape what's coming
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
There's one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other boy from 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 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 think you flame, you all the way suck, choke,
I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll
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 onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the Who's the tutor?
Letters 'til the ghetto crying
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a pole
Middle finger up like a Black horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit
let bygones be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is just
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
Hold up,
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla 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 many I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy some O.J. poured 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, another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, take the and
Let me kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit say, I'm permanently amazed
And your sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go straight to AA
Who else? I would diss Post but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just
Let's see if he answers
All chain stitching from chill bill
And the cowboy boots and
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, appropriation
Give a fuck how many you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Post
And did it all on a B-side
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I really give a fuck
Tell me do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, save me
Nothing made me something
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III