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Chorus: Mystikal Making

First

BEWARE!
The man the braids done walked in
Mild mannered like Clark
I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark
This man gonna be you flippin' like the pages of (???)
Evil like
minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo
Roll like an eighteen
like the slipper
Of
And bad
And
THIS
TOP SELLER!!!!
Gonna be that way I'm old as Mandela
STILL BETTER!!!!!
Writin' rhymes I'm of 'em
I'm the arrester, I'm the
I'm the that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser
Now
me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY
Tell your whole Sunday gang it
I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!!
Now, I kick the rest of you HASH
BOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!!

Second

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
runnin'
I bet'cha, I'm best that I'm better
Run with a
Swift as a jet or keep up with the setter
Sparkle like
HITTER
HOE
SIDE FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!!
Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your
you stitches
Diggin'
hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts
Don't fuck with the RHYMIN' BELT
YOURSELF!!!!!!!
BOOM!!!!! I GO!!!!!!!
BOOM!!!!!!!!  I KNOW!!!!!!!
Y'all niggas can't with the man with two tongues, 'cause that's the way I flow
I can get hot like fire
And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed
For instance,
No resistance, your distance
Is vital to existance
You it to me to show you the way out
I'm never gonna ya
I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD
EVEN IF I TOOK MY OUT!!!!!!!!!

Third

And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are
Y'all can't me, don't cuss me
Hit'cha, so muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty
You me
me
When Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN' to me
I'm the invisible man you see me
I'm mackin' illusions and
I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, the bruises
Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style them bitches want
FIVE FOOT ELEVEN, to heaven
I say FUCK GOD DAMN
Bitch me like a reverend, and...
say "Amen"
(Amen)
Come this muthafucka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN
And you against me, you better not say it go back in the
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come,
UP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!!
the rats
out
Since you BOW muthafucka
BOW to the master!