Mr. Meowfish is BLOWING UP THE SPOT!!
He's got a good rhythm, starting a fucking cataclysm,
Mr. Meow mic check 1,2; 1,2. Leaving all the competition in hot acidic residue.
He spits after eating grits, soak you mother and her tits,
Rapid eye movement but never sleeps on self-improvement.
Chilling with the fam, take a boner pill to gram,
I feel his rhymes, it's like "bam", knocking on my diaphragm.
Getting spam from uncle sam, make a nigaa say "goddamn!",
But he created a program, deeming uncle just a scam.
He doesn't shoot, only slams,
Plays full court while eating yams,
Give enemies a telegram,
kufc uoy oehs he ayn't even play'n.
Rickity rack, my girlfriend's black,
She's a nymphomaniac,
She can throw a wise crack,
But had no beers, no six-pack.
The name is mad, never bad,
Just a false shoulder pad,
Retired father; deadbeat dad,
Living nomad, alone triad since in my family i'm no comrade, it's sorta sad but i'm sorta glad.
Peace i'm out,
Revive my drought,
Get speckled trout to thrash about.