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 outPa 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

Tall 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 nas 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