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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, never had to walk away from
Always been about it from the
Yeah, been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em back to my park
Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving 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
a muskrat in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling guts
You cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot
You'll be running, trying to escape what's
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
There's only one Michael Wayne, only one Klever
As for the other boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
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 I have brung to this
Game, I'll make that your 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 holiday nuts, firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is
You could use an Uber, a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the man? the tutor?
flying 'til the ghetto crying
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black
Ten toes down up like a pole
Middle finger up 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
Never thought the culture I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they see me
Is this the guy said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed hair? What the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm watching Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have you
But if you want the smoke, the foil
boil you till the kettle's dry
Have a day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I could be a boy
So little boy flows some O.J. in the glass
your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's little helper, little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, it's another
Oh, you a baller? Well, take the and
Let me kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently
And whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who else? I diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he back
All chain stitching from chill bill
And the boots and hats
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, appropriation
Give a how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy my seed, another mullet in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a bone Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
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 lose
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle out the window when I wave
Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping daily crazy, someone save me
made me something baby
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III