(Catfish)

Hi kids! (Come out and play)

Do you like Primus? (Catfish)

I was gonna do one of those kind of freestyles

You know the jack for beat shit

Practical rapper's speed dial

Automatic attention

And sniff out an MP3 file, murder it

Throw a dead body at your feet and say, “See how? ”

But then I thought, hey, what the fuck is the use?

I got drunk and listened to Primus

then took it into the stu

I looped it up for a minute then grabbed the pen

And began and these menacing mental

sentences started syllable groups

That’s over the top, I’m too explanatory

But my catalog of music is well, mandatory

Wanna appreciate what I made on that Love Story?

Look at my history then the history of recording 'cause

I popped out the wood like a pine cone

Dropped in that Alabama time zone

Popped the shotgun then a microphone

Oops, pop the trunk, now your mind's blown

To understand who I was before hip-hop

You gotta picture this little bitty ass idiot

Running ‘round with a hideous group of sinning, oblivious

Hicks smokin’ a roach and then sniffing gas out of Hemis

With garden hoses

Poking holes into my old jeans

One of those nightmarish, impossible teens

But I was a young prophet to be seen

Listenin' to some Skynyrd, then Ozzy, then Billie Jean, hmm

Somebody should have seen my great escape

Cause I went from pressing my

troubles to pressing play on a tape

My appetite for destruction was pushing me to my fate

And then The Beastie Boys put me up on that 808

It's over with, I'm a vocalist, I can fucking see it

Two thousand people in front of me singing what I'm singing

This redneck, slum shit, mixed with this shit's amazing

What a concept, but my name is Mud

Damn right mister Claypool

I couldn't have said it better, you're like an angel

I'm not as accepted as I expected

Through my perspective in front of the sexes

And I didn't get elected

Like Charlamagne Tha God fuckin' hates me

Man, wish I felt accomplished by having such a prestigious

Over achieving genius like Charlamagne to complain about me

Why can't somebody whose really done something doubt me?

That's hard luck, fuck it, I'm used to kickin' buckets

I'm used to pickin' up sticks for the general public

I don't know how being white is such a sensitive subject

It ain't like I'm the kind of white like a Jimmy Buffet

Or mother fuckin' geek undeserving of credibility

I'm realer than most of these

rappers ever was or will it be's

I don't sell dope and I don't ask why

I don't pin, fuck quotes, and I don't sell lies

Yelawolf, man he changes, man he's so weird

He went from wearing a mohawk to

fuckin' rocking a beard, in a year

And now he's over that, what is he gonna do?

And I saw him on Instagram

and he's rockin' some cowboy boots?

I feel great, you should get a pair

My DJ's got a pair of rattlesnake skin boots

he's outta here

We like being not like you, that's the point

Besides I look amazing, Baby, roll me a joint

And I don't even smoke no more

I just feel like Willie Nelson more than I have before

So turn the music up a mother fuckin' tad bit more

And prepare yourself for another Shady smash of course

I ain't one of these artists

clearly that stickin', they never change

I love opening doors, exploring parts of my brain

Reflected externally through my clothes, views and style

And it takes a hell of heart to do it in front of a crowd

Pardon me while I start a new chapter inside my book

It's a feeling of pure enjoyment to sing you another hook

To look on your face when you hear it

the shit that I created

It's amazing and I can feel it, believe it I can relate, but

Don't be a hater on the fucking clock

Trimmin' fat takes time, just wait, watch

These rappers really think they got shit locked

But they gonna know about me when my album drops

Love Story

I’ll give it to you motherfuckers when daddy comes home