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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk from anybody
Always been it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a about a hater
Never been a
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
Drop hot potato son
'em back to feed my park
With D and the Kings of Crunk
in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers up
Like a in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit your guts
You better cork bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a nose
You'll be running, trying to 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 white boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that diss and run with it
Fuck around and surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate what I have brung to this
Game, make that place your home
Like the Sons of did
Lame, I'm all the way up, woke,
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke,
Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, firm
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is
You could use an Uber, like a student
I'm a teacher, reach ya 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 the ghetto crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a rifle
Ten toes down up a light pole
Middle finger up like a Rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit
Never let bygones be
Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is just
Never thought the culture that I would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder can't see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest boy
Since the one with blonde hair? What the fuck
Hold up,
I let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have you
But if you the smoke, bring the foil
I'll boil you 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
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 it to the bank, it's another 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 whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go straight to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he even rap
it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that chain stitching from bill
And the boots and hats
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a fuck how many you sold
fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just picked a bone Post Malone
And did it all on a beat
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really give a
me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still in the pickup
a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I about MGK
is rolling over in his grave
Cause I'm a conductor
With the musical energy, wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping something crazy, someone save me
Nothing me something baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III