[Intro] Pa said he's got a lot of things to do Like what? Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out Pa said not to bother him. And if he's not gonna be home, how can I bother him? It'd be better if you just forget about it Well I'm going to do it, and I'm gonna take Jack with me, cause Pa didn't say anything to him
[Pre-Verse] Way down this country road in a holler Where they make that moonshine still There's an old man on the porch on a shack And the shack is where he lives Round the town they call him Pa It's Pa from on the hill And every time Pa does slay a hog You can hear that hoggy squeal
[Verse 1] I’m from the belly of the Bible Belt That motherfuckin' preacher daughter's son Where you can't find no woman, no man No cousin, no friend without a gun Alabama, that is my home But the trailer park has got my heart Off in the hood, I'm at home When I play in the woods after dark You won't find me sober much Always got the bottle of Jacky O I take my sips, I talk my shit And I fight anybody that wants to go Tall and slim, walk with a limp Cause my nuts are oversized Fuck your dope and your alcohol Because your shit is overpriced Hit the bootleg 24 before I'm 21, math'matics Going to jail cause I'm drunk at Piggly Wiggly, dagnabbit Cause I be here and I do my time Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage Nothing to do in the country but get drunk And watch that pendulum sway
Back in the saddle again Throw my middle finger up to the law I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight But I might do it just because I'm a nut, I get bored Did some pills, but I want more Fuck this world, fuck this town If I fuck you once, I fuck you sore Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, goddamn Pussy cunt, bitch suck a cock If you want some of this rock-and-roll Take this pipe, suck this rock Where's the fire, Super-Hot Clean em' up, grab a mop Catfish on my shit Fuck with me, you gonna get dropped
[Verse 2] You don't want it with me, motherfucker I promise I'll put you with the piranhas Inside of a shallow swamp And then make you follow a boat full of drinking-water And sing to you lullabies While I sip on Coronas under umbrellas Got a propeller Sharp enough to eat thru a two-footed root of a tree If it's under me, then it's cool I keep movin' So why do you think a fuckin' hater Would lay a log in front of my boat And put a stop to what I do? Buddy, whatever When I get up in the morning I think about When it's all over they can put my body up in the river With everything I did for the culture inside of a book And light a candle for my mama Who got sick from the fucking fame Immediately Media will follow me to the end of the river While the people around my body deliver Rhythms and syllables relevant of my scripture I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture?
My fucking name is Catfish Really, though...
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