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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