Mind Of Mystikal

作词 : Edwards, Tyler

(laughing)

Walking through the mind of

Mystikal No holds barred

Still don't give a **** about ya'll

I'm still not the mother****er to **** with busta

Fool a mother****er in size, ain't much none of ya'll mother****ers can do with me

Typically speakin, i'm not what your seekin

Now vision the rhymes that

I be keepin

I **** like a mohican, ain't drunk like them demons

I'm quicker then one of those puerto ricans

Get it off your chest

Don't run on my set, i'm breakin your neck

If you gettin upset i'm breakin a sweat

Ya'll mother****ers ain't ready yet

I'm catching my breath, ya'll mother****ers ain't findin wind

I'm keepin they momma from tryin again

I done ****ed up more mother****ers then

Henikken mother****er, I'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy

Now how you gonna **** with me, that b***h get lucky she suck me

And now that hoe can't stop thinkin of me

I'm thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin ****ed felt

Ask them mother****ers that know me now

Even them mother****ers will tell you i'm somthin else

Mother****er, they like my good looks

But mother****ers can't stand that right hook

They might look but they stay put

I done stomped more mother****ers than

Big Foot What

I mean if I'm grand, you can't **** with this peacan man

You don't know who i'am, you goin too fast, slow down

Tito, damn (chorus)

Mother****ers go ring the alarm

I came in this b***h, and I'm in the swarm

My mother****ers are already armed

We're turnin this mother****er into

Vietnam Mother****ers go ring the alarm

I came in this b***h, and I'm in the swarm

My mother****ers are already armed

We're turnin this mother****er into

Desert Storm

I stick to the left like a thumb tack

I hum that to the drum track

No wives, tote no knifes,

Mother****er I'm sharper than a pair of

Filas See I'm humble, you **** 'em right, I'm makin 'em mumble

Don't stumble, hoe

I ??? the seen it for your ****ing gumbo

When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure

Please never don't dare me, mother****er

I barely kept an ? ****ing

I run with the real mother****ers, they kill, they them ill mother****ers

You best to chill mother****ers,

I don't **** with them run-of-the-mill mother****ers

Here's what you gonna feel mother****ers:

Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides

I'm tellin them lip lies,

I hang with hip guys

I split thighs, mother****ers don't ask me for shit

You get nothin, no tighter then grip ?

Mother****ers, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me

Walkin out the hood with more mother****ers number then lottery

Look, I like ****ing around, but

I ain't ****ing with no weak sexy

Luckily, none of you mother****ers in here ain't cold enough to **** with me

****ing cowards can't touch that, no ??, get the **** back

Fore you find yourself achin from you ass crack to your nut sack

I run these hoe brand mother****ers from the back of the map

To the front of

China Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water,

I'm right behind ya

We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man

Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils,

Griffins, goons, raidin rebels

Women, wizards, warlocks, witches

Punk fags like ****ing

Gold, platnium, silver, copper

Any kind of mother****er popper gets wopped or chopped

When Mystikal hits that door, now watch

Mother****ers want a big d**k, get popped like

Hitch****ers

When I rib shot, when

I hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot

Ohh, it's goin though me, got me struttin

When E.F.

Hutton talks everybody listens chorus 2x