You don't want it with me motherfuckerI promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swampAnd then make you follow a boat full of drinking waterAnd sing to you lullabiesWhile I sip on Coronas under umbrellas.Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two footedRoot of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's movingSo why do you think I fucking hate itOr lay a log in front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whateverWhen I get up in the morning I think aboutWhen it's all over they can put my body up in the riverWith everything I did for the cultureInside of a book and light a candle for my mama who got sick on the fucking fameImmediately media will follow me to the end of the riverWhile the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, relevant to my scriptureI'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture?My fucking name is Catfish, really though