U Can't Handle This

Mystikal

专辑：Unpredictable

歌词

作词 : Mystikal

You would if you could but you can't so you ain't

The minute

I step in dis shit

I hear, oh shit, mother****er, goddamn

Watch out for dat shit, you can't handle 'em for a period of time

No one can match those rhymes to mine

I'm top of the line

****ing your ass like a porcupine

I know what to do

To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't

No ****ing fluke, this pure deep talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit brand new home

Same old shit

I ain't playin' with you mother****ers, why you ****ers

Be rappin' like you're scared and unprepared,

I'm gonna've ya'

Leave this mother****er sayin' what'd that mother****er said

Gimme the bud, the mother****er

I puff like

Elvis and the

BeetlesThat gets blazed, then a couple soft

MC's on pins and needles

Mother****ers that got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow

Down to me, cut off you mother****ers

Jesus, thats the reason

I'm ****ing with mother****ers, wasup with dem mother****ers, dats talkin' shit

You better go **** wit another ****er

U cant handle this

Oh shit, mother****er, goddamn, oh shit, mother****er, goddamn

Certified

Rhyme Busta, mother****ing mother****er, mother****ing mother****er, same mother****er

If I'm not that mother****er, but that mother****er from punks still come with

The rif-raf, went from gold diggin', to gold chains

I went from

Club Train,

Ta Soul Train fightin' like a

Wild Coyote

Like Capone, hot seller, keep your mother****ing deck deader

Then a bad wood mother****er

I don't like mother****ers tryin' to run up on my shit

And set, I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar

Mother****er I'll kill ya, catch more attention then oriental pea mother****ers

Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of

Reeboks, I've got the gift

That'll make a mother****er get off me spent like

Charles Barkley so mother****er

Don't start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood

Beware, here

I go, get that boy good, come like, there

I wasWhen were y'all idiots in the cut

I raise the hacksaw, you jump back

Now y'all mother****ers don't want no trouble, can't stop us

Oh shit, mother****er, goddamn, oh shit, mother****er, goddamn

I know y'all mother****ers know better than to **** wit the man

Don't ya, don't ya, mother****er don't you know what my style can't be poached

And every mother****er around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's

The same mother****er between the fighters

I ain't got it

When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

Another mother****er, couldn't off throw me on skates

I'm the supplier

The gasoline on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em

Michael Tyler

The drunken fighter y'all mother****ers can't do what

I do man mother****er that, mother****er

Now mother****er you, good mother****er

Lord, the

Rhymes come through

So hardcore mother****er

I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yours

A lyrical ass whoopin' is what

I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over

Your room when you wasn't lookin' ain't no canibus

The wrong mother****er, with da mess you get the flatback like

Rambo mother****er

You can't handle this

Oh shit, mother****er, goddamn, oh shit, mother****er, goddamn