[Into]
Catfish Billy!
MWA Bitch!
Low-fashion slum
Mr. Don Corleone!

[Verse]
One drop or a knot from this boss
You might get rocked with the fist or shot what you stuck in the cross
Hairs of a semi-au-to through your nach-o
See I gave a fuck once, now I do not though
Hello, hello, I, lit up like a yellow light
Like a young Jesco White, on a mellow-yellow high
Chip a tooth when that pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel
Seen the world through the Devil's eyes, he dared me to make a deal
I decline, king of mine, that's a waste of time
Give me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em taste the lines
Cowboy boots scaled like a plate of dimes
Black suede pressed dress to create a grime
You let your fangs hang, haters can't do a dang thang
But complain, comment and shame, claiming to gang-bang
That same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came
To my show like Su-Sussudio and show me brain games
See visionaries ain't got no problem with execution
I just wake up like a prophet and hop up and fucking do it
No logical explanation on how I drop my music
I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and lock into it
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Gotta take a minute and do some breathing
Ain't take a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason
Looking for a tie, looking for a suit
That Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due
Overdue, but the road is loosie
When you gonna invade it's no-one's clue
No one knows, where it goes
Where you've been or what to do
But that's me in a nutshell bro
Going nuts, deja-vu
Oh what a dream, row your boats
Sow your oats, all with the beans
Ain't no gas, kid lets rock, buy with the bot, not with the lean
In my coat when I fucking pop, like a mushroom in the morning gleam
After a rain, in the spring, Michael Wayne, yeah-that's me
Got it locked, that is key
Got it hot in the C-
O-U-N-T-R-Y, Catfish in your sore eyes
If you want that four-five, come on in the doors-wide
So deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north side
Look up in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pork pie
Stick you to that Get Buck, Three-6 is our war cry
Kids are playing Fortnite, I was playing short-sight
Didn't see tomorrow, I just wanted one more bite
So I started stealing, chopping parts under the porch light
I just wanted better than what Mamma could afford, why?
Cause I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw
Shut up and duck or get hit, with this here pepper y'all
Huddle-up with your fucked clique, and hit some methanol
Suck a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't-oh, yes the fuck I did!
Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye lids
Y'all bitches sleeping on me? I need my own Hilton
I come with cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den
While I master a plan with the mastering Mathers again
Slum-Shady, I'm plumb-crazy and laughing again
But when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind
When I pass in that black Cadillac, with Travis and em'
Yeah, and its so much fun going at it again
I just might need to sing a bit, go get some practice and then
So let me clear my throat, let me see if I hear the notes
I hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a pose
[Outro]
Ain't it good to be famous?
Everybody knows your name
But you can't walk around here shameless
90% of y'all so lame

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