Catfish Billy

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 "Pa"

It's Pa from on the hill

And every time Pa does slay a hog

You can hear that hoggie squeal

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 pipe, 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

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy

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