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Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Jones

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
Always about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck a hater
Never a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
another hot potato son
Take 'em back to feed my
With Baby D and the 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 waving flag, I'm
New South in I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a
Leaving these fuckers up
Like a in a backpack
hang 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 better cork bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
After it rains, your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, to escape what's coming
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
There's only one Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy from (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you like
You build a house of hate around what I have to this
Game, I'll make that place home
Like the Sons of 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, you'll
Hop in the bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You use an Uber, like a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the stupid
Who's the man? Who's the
Letters flying 'til the crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
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
let bygones be bygones
Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is just
Never thought the culture I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with blonde hair? What the fuck
Hold up,
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' just paddle by
Don't know if I'm watching Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, the foil
I'll you till the kettle's dry
Have a nice day
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
With your pancakes
Mama's helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
Brought the pepper 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 kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I wanted to go back to AA
Who I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just
see if he answers back
All that chain stitching from bill
And the cowboy and hats
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, appropriation
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
I don't really give a fuck
Tell me what do I lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle out the window when I wave
Trunk III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, save me
Nothing me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III