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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, never had to away from anybody
Always been about it the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a
Never a punk
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop another hot son
Take 'em back to feed my
With Baby D and the Kings of
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat
Leaving fuckers chewed up
Like a in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act
I'll crack a like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, spilling your guts
You better your bo-ttle
You yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash pot-holes
After it rains, your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to escape 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 white boy from (Pst), whatever
welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around I have brung to this
Game, make that place your home
Like the Sons of 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, firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is
You could use an Uber, like a student
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, the wall stupid
Who's the man? the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a light
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 say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no they can't see me
Is the guy that said he was the hottest 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 know if I'm 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 styles I be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J. poured in the
With your pancakes
little helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, it's payday
Oh, you a Well, take the ball and
Let me here kick that Pelé
The nerve of the they say, I'm permanently amazed
And your sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't rap
it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he back
All chain stitching from chill bill
And the cowboy and hats
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our already match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a fuck how many you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you're my seed, another in the gang
With the I see
I just picked a with Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
I don't really give a fuck
Tell me what do I lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping something crazy, someone save me
Nothing me something baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III