Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catfish, artist - Stinkin SlumrokDate of issue: 12.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Catfish |
| Stinkin Slumrok: |
| Waved out, blowin' on my gypsy horn |
| Got a totem twice the size, as we light the torch |
| Battle cats get deported |
| Overseas from the mic as we ride the storm in |
| Bisk: |
| These catfish rappers see the realness, so they hate it |
| I’m just grateful that I made it out the matrix |
| All I see is rain, predictin' the weather |
| Think I’m playin'? |
| you’ll go missin' forever |
| Stinkin Slumrok: |
| So who’s next on the def list? |
| Lend me ya limbs dun let YA head rest kid |
| Don Pong |
| Straight in the spot just like tetris |
| Big batty girl, ya make the boy restless |
| Bisk: |
| I need a pyrex, fuck a bigger tele |
| I could go and take the piss but I’ve been already |
| Me and Pocahontas |
| Pokin' pussy, gettin' blunted |
| Playin' funky in the forest, tryna make some monkey |
| Bridge: |
| All these kids are askin' «What the fuck’s goin' on?!» |
| Forever aim high, shoot at the moon, fire your bong |
| All these kids are askin' «What the fuck’s goin' on?!» |
| We’ve only come for a minute to leave your mind gone |
| All these kids are askin' «What the fuck’s goin' on?!» |
| It’s whatever that you want it to be, bringin' it raw. |
| *Duck down* |
| Swoop in, jeapordising ya force |
| Likkle pikney boy, won’t surive for the war |
| Bisk: |
| Flip the game, I’m just sane when I’m sober-so |
| Know your role, probably die from an overdose |
| Role your boat down the stream of the comatose. |
| *Lah-lah-lah* |
| Now shit’s gettin' ill |
| Fuckin' deal, bust a pill, tryna levitate |
| Shit’s real, Why? |
| Here niggas never safe |
| That’s why I medicate to levitate |
| But sometimes you gotta regulate |
| Use the fire in my heart tryna free my soul |
| All the different roads meet at the end |
| Now I go sleep when my belly full |
| I guess I had enough of feeding my friends |
| Stinkin Slumrok: |
| Still I down More pints in a day than tel |
| Looks like Slummy’s fucked up again. |
| *Aaah, fuckin' hell* |
| But stiiill, ya girly wants to whine on the willy |
| Loves to take the ram, go goat like Gruff Billy |
| Bisk: |
| I Love what I know, and I hate what I don’t |
| But I’m runnin outta time, no places to go |
| Never been serious, everything’s material |
| I don’t love you, but I like you like cereal |
| Stinkin Slumrok: |
| Now Motherfucker |
| Come and get crunched |
| While we’re still slumped |
| Watchin' the fort, seekin badonk |
| All the same shit, just another day of the week |
| Out tryna tame this monster that resides in my swamp |