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Catfish
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy,
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away from
been about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em to feed my park
Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't but to me you are
Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a
Leaving these chewed up
Like a in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
I'll crack a cracker I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your
You better cork bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to
You willing to bet, I'll a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, to escape what's coming
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 white boy from Gadsden (Pst),
welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I brung to this
Game, I'll make that place 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 want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student
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? the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the crying
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes 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 shit
Never let bygones be
I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping is just bygone
Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His all look alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest boy
the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck
Hold up,
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker 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 till the 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 some O.J. poured in the glass
With buttermilk pancakes
Mama's helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
Brought the spray 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 here kick that shit
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he even rap
Fuck it, Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that chain stitching chill bill
And the boots and hats
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a fuck how many you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just a bone with 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 mobbin' in the
Throw a finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, wave
Prodigy of an anomaly,
Bumping daily something crazy, someone me
Nothing made me baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III