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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
Always been it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, gave a fuck about a hater
Never a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
Drop another hot son
Take 'em back to my park
Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat
these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes
You to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot
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 other white boy from Gadsden (Pst),
You're welcome, now take that 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
the Sons 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, firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, learn
Hop in the bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, bruise your ego
Abuse and onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the Who's the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black
Ten toes down up like a light
Middle finger up a Black Rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a cyclone
Never let be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is 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
Hold up,
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, the foil
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 some 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 that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm amazed
And whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't rap
Fuck it, fuck Malone, just because
see if he answers back
All that chain stitching from bill
And the cowboy and hats
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our already match
Poser, biter, appropriation
Give a 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 just picked a bone with Post
And did it all on a B-side
Dribble the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't give a fuck
me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle finger out the window I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
Cause I'm a conductor
With the energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III