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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, never had to walk away from
been about it from the jump
Yeah, been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
another hot potato son
Take 'em to feed my park
With D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers up
Like a in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
I'll crack a cracker I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, spilling your guts
You better cork bo-ttle
You yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
After it rains, with your name just like a nose
be running, trying to escape what's coming
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty and run with it
Fuck around and I'll you like circumferences
You build a of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I'll make that 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 nuts, holding 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, I'ma bruise ego
Abuse and onto the hall, against the wall stupid
the man? 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 a light pole
Middle finger up like a Rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at in a shit cyclone
Never let be bygones
I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is bygone
thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they see me
Is this the guy that said he was the white boy
Since the one dyed blonde hair? What the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just by
Don't if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have you
But if you want the smoke, bring the
I'll boil you the kettle's dry
Have a day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so styles I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows O.J. poured in the glass
With your buttermilk
Mama's little helper, Daddy's bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
Brought the pepper and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then it to the bank, it's another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, take the and
Let me here kick that shit
The nerve of the shit say, I'm permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I wanted to go straight 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 that stitching from chill bill
And the cowboy boots and
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our clothes 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, mullet in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a with Post Malone
And did it all on a B-side
Dribble through the up
on 'em like I'm in the NBA
Look I don't give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta anyway
Still in the pickup
Throw a middle finger out the window I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping something crazy, someone save me
Nothing me something baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III