[Chorus: Mystikal Making Noise]
The man with the braids done walked in
Mild mannered like Clark Kent
I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark skin
This man gonna be have you flippin' like the pages of (???)
Evil like Cruella
Five minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo
Roll like an eighteen wheeler
Shinin' like the slipper
And bad weather
Gonna be that way til' I'm old as Mandela
STILL GETTIN' BETTER!!!!!
Writin' rhymes I'm best of 'em
I'm the arrester, I'm the professor
I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser
Tell me what you muthaf*ckas know about gettin' ROWDY
Tell your whole Sunday gang bout it
BITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!!
Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH
BOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!!
I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better
Run with a letter
Swift as a jet or keep up with the pace setter
Sparkle like glitter
SIDE STEPPIN' FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!!
Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches
Leavin' you stitches
Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts
Don't f*ck with the RHYMIN' BLACK BELT
BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!!
BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! I KNOW!!!!!!!
y'all niggas can't f*ck with the man with two tongues, 'cause that's the way I flow
'cause I can get hot like fire
And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire
For instance, persistence
No resistance, stay your distance
Is vital to your existence
You leave it to me to show you the way out
I'm never gonna play ya
I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADY
EVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!!
And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are rusty
y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me
Hit'cha, so much muthaf*ckin' we gone leave this bitch musty
You disgust me
When Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN' to touch me
I'm the invisible man you can't see me
I'm mackin' illusions and confusion
I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises
Issuin' these muthaf*ckas with the style that them bitches want
FIVE FOOT ELEVEN, screamin' to heaven
I say F*CK SHIT GOD DAMN
Bitch respect me like a reverend, and...
Congregation say "Amen"
Come through this muthaf*cka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN
And you against me, you better not say it go back in the water
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come
UP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!!
From the rats
Since you want to BOW muthaf*cka
BOW to the master!
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Written by: JO ANN BELVIN, BELVIN JO ANN
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