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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Brian

Yeah, never had to walk away from
Always about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, gave a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em back to my park
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 Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a
Leaving fuckers chewed up
Like a in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork your
You yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, I'll make a like pot-holes
After it rains, your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to escape what's
But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman
There's one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run 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 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 holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
Abuse and 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 trenchcoat and a black
Ten down up like a light pole
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 I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is just
Never thought the culture that I loved would be sleazy
His videos all alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' just paddle by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may ignored 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 be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows O.J. poured in the glass
With your buttermilk
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 Well, take 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 back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post but he don't even rap
it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that stitching from chill bill
And the cowboy and hats
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our clothes already
Poser, biter, appropriation
Give a fuck how 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 a bone with 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 really a fuck
me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his
Cause I'm a anaconda
With the musical energy, wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping daily something crazy, save me
Nothing made me baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III