Tytuł: Mind of Mystikal

• Wykonawca: Mystikal
• Wyświetleń: 263

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