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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, had to walk away from anybody
Always been about it from the
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck a hater
Never been a
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
Drop hot potato son
'em back to feed my park
With D and the Kings 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 that flag, I'm
New in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving fuckers chewed up
a muskrat in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
I'll crack a like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your
You better your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
After it rains, with your name just like a nose
You'll be running, trying to escape what's
But the blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman
only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (Pst),
You're welcome, now take that diss 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 your home
Like the 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 holiday nuts, holding
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise ego
and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the man? Who's the
Letters flying the ghetto crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a and a black rifle
Ten toes down up a light pole
finger up like a Black Rhino's horn
I was for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone
let bygones be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is bygone
thought 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 white boy
Since the one dyed blonde hair? What the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' just paddle by
Don't know if I'm watching Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may ignored you
But if you the smoke, bring the foil
I'll boil you till the dry
Have a day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy some O.J. poured in the glass
your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
Brought the pepper spray and a for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, it's another
Oh, you a Well, take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit
The nerve of the they say, I'm permanently amazed
And whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go back to AA
Who else? I diss 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
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, appropriation
Give a fuck how many you sold
fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you're my seed, another in the gang
With the I see
I just picked a with Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
Dribble the middle up
on 'em like I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really give a
Tell me what do I gotta anyway
mobbin' in the pickup
Throw a finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel MGK
is rolling over in his grave
Cause I'm a conductor
the musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III