[Mystikal]
Oh b**** I'm country as cowboy boots
High debut beating boy band groups
N**** let me know what the f**k y'all want do
Either keep up or you can't, can't
Met 'em through a bar-b-q, cracker through yo' thang, thang
I ain't come here for no dumb s**t
You think you one of the hardest n****, lyrics of the drum kick
When it's finished over and done with
I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the p***y off of some b****
I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much
I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough
See me leavin' with them big butt women
Woman walkin' funny p***y up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front cause T.V.'s runnin'
Peanut-butter leather seat, with Big Truck on it
I must've kidnapped the n**** man-huntin'
Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin'
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
We them stars, never thought we would get this far
But b**** I told you, so do what you're supposed to
Come give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, can't walk like I'm spoused to
[Mystikal]
And I'm the only mother-f**kin' black prince of the south
So ba-ba-balubop, b**** watch out
I make yo' momma shake a tail feather
Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, cause you know I make him feel threatened
Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on
While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song
I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off, before your nose look like rudolph
I give it to him and this b**** can't handle
Or ugly jealous mother-f**ker this s**t jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of 8th street kicks Indiana
No callin' me big bucks no wammies
This year I'm screamin' Jive Records Big Truck God Damn it
Heads up high enough so you can move
Rank CEO slash Rapper, slash fool
[Chorus]
[Mystikal]
I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of ??
Ever the best, Julio ?? couldnt out-rap me, speedy gonzalez couldnt come catch me
Grammy nominated, especially
The Soul Train award winner, call me black Elvis Presly
You probably can't keep up wit what ya see me on
Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock, or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildin's, chop down trees
I kick so f**kin' hard they say, "You's Japanese!"
I'm up in the minute because of what I invent
Look at your over there with your seatbelt, while I'm approachin' yall da innocent
A.k.a the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista'
They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on
These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my f**kin' last song
B**** walk like a balberin, tall dark and cut
Now keep your f**kin' hos down
[Chorus 2x w/Mystikal saying "Tarantula"]
[Butch Cassidy]
South and the West come together
However, we plan on doing this s**t real clever
My n**** Mystikal, it's ya boy Butch Cass'
And we put a foot off in they a**
now lets have a blas' |
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