Mind Of Mystikal - Mystikal

作词: Edwards, Tyler
(laughing)
Walking through the mind of
Mystikal No holds barred
Still don't give a f**k about ya'll
I'm still not the ni**a to f**k with busta the average ni**a don't f**k with me
Fool a ni**a in size, ain't much none of ya'll *s can do with me
Typically speakin, i'm not what your seekin
Now vision the rhymes that
I be keepin
I f**k 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 *s ain't ready yet
I'm catching my breath, ya'll *s ain't findin wind
I'm keepin they momma from tryin again
I done f**ked up more *s then
Henikken F**k, i'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy
Now how you gonna f**k me, that b**ch get lucky she f**ked me
And now that hoe can't stop thinkin of me
I'm thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin f**ked felt
Ask them *s that know me now
Even them b**ches will tell you i'm somthin else
B**ches, they like my good looks
But *s can't stand that right hook
They might look but they stay put
I done stomped more *s than
Big Foot What
I mean is i'm grand, you can't f**k with this peacan man
You don't know who i'am, you goin too fast, slow down
Tito, damn (chorus)
Ni**a go ring the alarm
I came in this b**ch, and i'm in the swarm
My *s are already armed
Were turnin this b**ch into
Vietnam Ni**a go ring the alarm
I came in this b**ch, and i'm in the swarm
My *s are already armed
Were turnin this b**ch into
Desert Storm
I stick to the left like a thumb tack
I hum that to the drum track
No wives, tote no knifes,
B**ch i'm sharper then a pair of
Filas See i'm humble, you f**kin 'em right, i'm makin 'em mumble
Don't stumble, hoe
I the seen it for your f**kin gumbo
When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure
Please never don't dare me, b**ch
I barely kept an ?ni**a
I run with the real *s, they kill, they them ill *s
You best to chill *s,
I don't f**k with them run-of-the-mill *s
Here's what you gonna feel ni**a:
Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides
I'm tellin them lip lies,
I hang with hip guys
I split thighs, b**ch don't ask me for sh*t
You get nothin, no tighter then grip ?
F**k ni**a, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me
Walkin out the hood with more b**ches number then lottery
Look, I like f**kin around, but
I ain't f**kin with no f**kery
Luckily, none of you *s in here ain't cold enough to f**k with me
F**k *s can't touch that, no, get the f**k back
Fore you find yourself achin from you a**crack to your nut sack
I run these hoe brand *s 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 b**ches
Gold, platnium, silver, copper
Any kind of p**sy popper gets wopped or chopped
When Mystikal hits that door, now watch
Ni**a want a big cock, get popped like
Hitchcock
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