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| Mystikal Mind Of Mystikal Mind Of Mystikal [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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