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[Intro:]
Way down this country road in a holler
Where they make that moonshine still
Theres an old man on a porch on a shack
And the shack is where he lives
Round the town they call him \"Paul\"
It's Paul from on the hill
And every time Pa does slay a hog
You can hear that hogie squeal

[Verse 1:]
I'm from the belly of the bible belt
That motherfucking preacher's 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
And I play in the woods, after dark
You won't find me sober much
Always got a bottle of Jackie-O
I take my sips, I talk my shit,
And I'll fight anybody that wants to go
Tall and slim, walk with a limp,
Cause my nuts are over-sized
Fuck your dope and your alcohol
Because your shit is over-priced
Hit the booth leg for 24 before I'm 21
(Math-matics)
Going to jail cause I'm drunk at Piggly Wiggly
(Dag-nabit)
Cause I'll be here and I'll do my time
Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage
Nothing to do in the country but get drunk
And watch the pendulum sway
Back in the saddle again
Throw my middle finger up to the law
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 n' roll
Take this bite, suck this rock
Crystal fox, Supa Hot,
Can't hold up, grab a mic
Catfish, on my shit,
Fuck with me you gonna get dropped

[Hook:]
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy

[Verse 2:]
You done runnin' with me motherfucker
I promise I'll put you with the piranhas
Inside of a shallow swamp
And then make you follow a boat for the drink of water
And sing to you lullabies while I'm sipping Coronas under umbrellas
Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two-footed root of a tree
If it's under me then it's cool I keep moving
So why do you think a fucking 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 momma 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 to 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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