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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away from
Always been about it the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a about a hater
Never been a
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
another hot potato son
Take 'em back to feed my
With D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still that flag, I'm
New in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving these chewed up
Like a muskrat in a
I'll up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your
You cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, make a splash like pot-holes
it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, to escape what's coming
But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Michael Wayne, there's one Klever
As for the other white boy Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that diss and run with it
Fuck around and surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to
Game, I'll make that place 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 nuts, holding firm
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
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, against the stupid
Who's the Who's the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a cyclone
Never let be bygones
I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
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 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 know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Sky
Marshall Mathers may have you
But if you the smoke, bring the foil
boil you till 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 buttermilk pancakes
little helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then it to the bank, it's another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and
Let me here kick that Pelé
The nerve of the shit say, I'm permanently amazed
And your sucks, fuckin' one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who else? I diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Malone, just because
Let's see if he back
All that chain stitching from bill
And the cowboy and hats
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our clothes already
Poser, biter, thief
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you're my seed, another in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Malone
And did it all on a B-side
Dribble through the up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really a fuck
me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle finger out the when 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 musical energy, electrical
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone me
made me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III