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Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Jones

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
been about it from the jump
Yeah, been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
Drop another hot son
Take 'em back to feed my
With Baby D and the of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't 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
Leaving fuckers 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 crack a plastic bag of Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your
You cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash pot-holes
After it rains, with your name like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to escape coming
But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman
only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that diss and run with it
around and I'll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I brung to this
Game, make 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,
Bitch I'm on fire like nuts, holding 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 pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall
Who's the Who's the tutor?
Letters flying the ghetto crying
The are saying 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 say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping is just bygone
Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy that he was the hottest white boy
the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck
Hold up,
I let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have 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 could be a boy
So little boy flows some O.J. in the glass
your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's little helper, 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, another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and
Let me here kick shit 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 even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just
see if he answers back
All that chain stitching from bill
And the boots and hats
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our already match
Poser, biter, appropriation
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
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 beat
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose
mobbin' in the pickup
Throw a middle out the window 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 something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III