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Pa's just 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 moon shine 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 Paul It's Paul from on the hill And every time Paul does slay a hog You can hear that hoggy squeal I'm from the valley of the bible belt That motherfucker preacher's daughter's son Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun Alabama that is my home Fucking trailer park has got my heart Off in the hood, I make home when I play in the woods after dark, You won't find me sober much Always got a bottle of Jacky O I take my sips, I talk my shit And I fight anybody that wants to go SongtexteTall 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 twenty-four before I'm 21 (mathematics) Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly (dagnabbit) 'Cause I 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'n'roll Take this pipe, suck this rock Just a flock, 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 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 onto me then it's cool like it's moving So why do you think I fucking hate it Or 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 on 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 Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy Aus Songtexte Mania