The Catfisherman

I got my fat, sweet mama drop me off by the river I got a joint, 3 Millers and 12 chicken livers I got a spot 'neath the bridge by the expressway Where the freaks shoot dope and Peddle their asses their baby... I got lantern run on 'a battery power I got a couple of friends comin' by in a hour I got a radio play blues, soul and funk I only get one station It's the one I want... I got a couple of rods; they got tape where they broke I got a bobber, some sinkers and 2 packs of smokes I got the sun goin' down and the moon comin' out And it's 83 degrees and I'm pissin' in the river (Get out!) I got a buddy who swears he once caught a human head I got a tackle box, smell like dead worms baby I got a sharp-ass blade 'case a motherfucker wanna make trouble With a catfisherman on a pile of rubble (I doubt it!)