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 motherf**ker 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
F**king 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
Tall and slim, walk with a limp
'Cause my nuts are oversized
F**k 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
F**k this world, f**k this town
If I f**k you once I f**k you sore
F**k, f**k, f**k, shit goddamn
p***y c**t b***h 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, f**k 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 motherf**ker
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 f**king 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 f**king 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 f**king name is
Catfish, really though
[Hook:]
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
