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Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian

Yeah, never had to away from anybody
Always been about it from the
Yeah, been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
another hot potato son
Take 'em back to feed my
With D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in 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 I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
these fuckers chewed 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 plastic bag of Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your
You better cork your
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to
You willing to bet, I'll make a like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a nose
You'll be running, trying to escape coming
But the blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Michael Wayne, there's one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (Pst),
You're welcome, now take petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you circumferences
You build a house of hate what I have brung to this
Game, I'll make that your home
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 like holiday nuts, holding
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
Hop in the bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the man? 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 up like a light pole
Middle up like a Black Rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be
Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is bygone
Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no they can't see me
Is the guy that said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? What the
Hold up,
I can't let Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may ignored you
But if you want the smoke, the foil
I'll you till the kettle's dry
a nice day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I could be a boy
So little boy flows O.J. poured in the glass
With your buttermilk
Mama's little helper, 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, another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and
Let me here kick that Pelé
The nerve of the they say, I'm permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who else? I diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that stitching from chill bill
And the boots and hats
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, appropriation
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang
the teeth I see
I just picked a bone Post Malone
And did it all on a B-side
Dribble the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I really give a fuck
Tell me what do I 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
Beethoven is rolling over in his
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping daily crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III