Mind Of Mystikal

Lyrics

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
 

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Duration
03:44
Key
7
Tempo
160 BPM

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