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Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away from
Always been about it the jump
Yeah, never a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em back to my park
With Baby D and the of Crunk
in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you 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 need a
Leaving these chewed up
a muskrat in a backpack
I'll up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker
Pull up your bra, quit your guts
You better cork your
You feeling yourself, like off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to 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 petty diss and run it
Fuck and I'll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to
Game, I'll make that place your
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 holiday nuts, holding
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 student
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the stupid
the man? Who's the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a rifle
Ten toes up like a light pole
Middle finger up a Black Rhino's horn
I was for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be
I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is 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 said he was the hottest boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck
Hold up,
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just by
Don't know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Sky
Marshall Mathers may have you
But if you want the smoke, bring the
I'll boil you till the 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
your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's little helper, little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
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 kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit say, I'm permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I wanted to go back to AA
Who else? I would Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that chain from chill bill
And the cowboy boots and
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our already match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a fuck how many records you
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy my seed, another mullet in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a with Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
Dribble the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
I don't really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose
Still in the pickup
a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling in his grave
Cause I'm a conductor
With the musical energy, electrical
Prodigy of an anomaly,
daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III