Catfish M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, Jones
Yeah, never had to walk from anybody Always been about it from the Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a about a hater been a punk Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an Drop another hot son Take 'em to feed my park With D and the Kings of Crunk 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 waving flag, I'm New South in I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax up, you gonna need a haz-mat Leaving these fuckers 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 bra, quit spilling your guts You cork your bo-ttle You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like it rains, with your name just 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 Wayne, there's only one Klever As for the other white boy Gadsden (Pst), whatever You're welcome, now that petty diss and run with it Fuck around and I'll surround you like 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 holiday nuts, holding firm You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll Hop in the bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing You could use an Uber, a student pupil I'm a teacher, ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall Who's the Who's the tutor? Letters flying 'til the crying The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a rifle Ten down up like a light pole Middle up like a Black Rhino's 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 loved would be this His videos all look alike, no they can't see me Is this the guy that he was the hottest white boy Since the one with dyed blonde hair? What the up, G—easy I can't let this Tom lookin' motherfucker just paddle by know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky Marshall may have ignored you But if you want the smoke, the foil 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. in the glass With your pancakes Mama's little helper, Daddy's 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, it's payday Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and Let me here that shit Pelé The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently And your sucks, fuckin' one sip I to go straight 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 back All chain stitching from chill bill And the cowboy boots and Damn Posty, why can't we be Our already match Poser, biter, appropriation a fuck how many records you sold Every fan you made is a leaf off of my Boy you're my seed, another mullet in the With the I see I picked a bone with Post Malone And did it all on a beat Dribble through the up Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA Look I don't really give a Tell me do I gotta lose anyway Still mobbin' in the Throw a middle finger out the window I wave Trunk III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK is rolling over in his grave Cause I'm a conductor With the musical energy, wave Prodigy of an anomaly, daily something crazy, someone save me Nothing made me something No playing, fuck you pay me
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