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

Way down this country road and I 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

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 for 24 before I'm 21, (math'matics)

Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly, (dagnabbit)

Guess I'll 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 am 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

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy

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 through 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

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy