Mind Of 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