Fish In A Barrel

[Intro]
Candy coated cope and shit

[Chorus: C-Hubb and Fatt Tarr]
A lot of people want to do it like us
But they can't 'cause they ain't got music in their blood
And there's a whole lot of bottom feedin' catfish
Playin' in this game but the rain's full of mud
So I'ma sit on this front porch sippin' on shine
Writin' these rhymes payin' them no mind 'cause
A lot of people want to do it like us
But they can't 'cause they ain't got music in their blood

[Verse 1: C-Hubb]
Some rappers come and they go, some do it just to be seen
But the music's all in my blood and it flows through me like a stream
It just comes naturally when I'm on these Ed Pryor beats
These rhymes run out of my veins like I'm bit with vampire teeth
A lot of people wanna do it like us and that ain't botherin' me
'Cause a few of 'em's doin' it well but man you gotta take heed
There's a ton of snakes in the grass, that'll bite your ass in a second
Those words are straight from D-Thrash, that boy taught me a lesson
That's why we're tight with them boys and a couple others in this game
But to the ones who done us wrong I don't even wanna hear you speak my name
We got aim and ammunition and when I write a rhyme I'm a man on a mission
I ain't pissin' away my vision even if I'm on my front porch sittin'
If you stand in my way, I will stand up and say
"You can't do it this like this boe" and then I'll blow your ass away
And toss your body in the creek, write about it over this beat
While you're sinkin' to the bottom where the catfish feed, 'cause

[Chorus: C-Hubb and Fatt Tarr]
A lot of people want to do it like us
But they can't 'cause they ain't got music in their blood
And there's a whole lot of bottom feedin' catfish
Playin' in this game but the rain's full of mud
So I'ma sit on this front porch sippin' on shine
Writin' these rhymes payin' them no mind 'cause
A lot of people want to do it like us
But they can't 'cause they ain't got music in their blood

[Verse 2: Fatt Tarr]
Man I swear sometimes it's hard to get my freakin' feelin's to you
But I've had 'em bottled up so I'ma twist my top and spill 'em to you
A lot of boys, they wanna do it, but they just don't get their shit
Ten years in this music boy, I never call it quits
Me and Hubb started workin' harder then a weathered farmer
Then the fair-weathers vanished and we pushed a little harder
Drove that truck a little farther, turned it to a super charger
Out reppin' Tarheel, hell naw, we don't even bother
I ain't conceited when a say it man, but, I really mean it
I been workin' definin' my craft like a damn machine
Dreamer, damn believer, achiever
I hung the rings around the planets
Well damnit I guess I better stay at it
I'm in the attic awake while the slackers asleep
I'm plantin' seeds in my soul, they may take numerous weeks
But they gon' blossom and grow, create a beautiful wreath
That I can squeeze around y'alls throat as I sing ya to sleep, 'cause

[Chorus: C-Hubb and Fatt Tarr]
A lot of people want to do it like us
But they can't 'cause they ain't got music in their blood
And there's a whole lot of bottom feedin' catfish
Playin' in this game but the rain's full of mud
So I'ma sit on this front porch sippin' on shine
Writin' these rhymes payin' them no mind 'cause
A lot of people want to do it like us
But they can't 'cause they ain't got music in their blood

(Love to change the world, but I don't know why)

[Interlude: Fatt Tarr & C-Hubb & D-Thrash]
Yeah you know C-Hubb, man, I feel like we was really meant to do this stuff, you know?
Yeah man, it's like, there's so many people tryin' to do it, but it's just all for show, they just...
They ain't got it in their blood
Yeah, they ain't, they ain't got it in their blood. And that's why it's so damn easy, man. Fuck, we're just killin' it right now. It's like, it's like we're just shootin' fish in a damn barrel
Your boy D-Thrash got somethin' to say

[Verse 3: D-Thrash]
Back when I first started rappin', no one could ever imagine
A country white boy from the woods could make it happen
And now I got the crowds reactin', they clappin' and snappin' their fingers
In fact I came from nothin' and turned it into somethin'
For all the non believers who did not think I would be here
I'm makin' music that you hear, that makes you the receiver
And now there's too many people who think that they are equal
They ain't shed the blood I shed, I paid my dues to make this bread
Never sold out, never said yes, never gave up when I was stressed
I took my own road with my own folks, now it's us against the rest
People wanna say that I ain't nice 'cause I don't smile at the lies
A lot of them folks that say they love me, don't want me to thrive
Everybody wanna come around and pay for my drinks
Wanna come around and hang with my clique
But if somethin's wrong and I go home and I don't hear shit
Excuses, I ran out of them, I made it here without a deal
And all you cats can say is "man, we should have never doubted him" 'cause...