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I know, I, I, I know

I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t

Fuck with my damn self

I know, I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me I

I know y’all niggas…

Ugh, god-damn it took a nigga

Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit

Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where

I know y’all niggas I know y’all niggas I know y’all niggas

Aw shit, it’s on nigga

I’m still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health

I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t fuck with my damn self

When Mystikal hits the door

See can’t nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do

I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me and they can’t but they try to

Some niggas just need to be warned

It’s gonna be harder to get it up on a my own

Nigga go ring the alarm

Matter fact better know what it take

For the back of your head to hit that grass

Let' s get this straight from the jump

I ain’t playing with your bitch ass

These outside niggas that run to the mic better come clean

Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian

Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring

I’m runnin these niggas to the jets

To the hills, to the back of the tracks

A-a-ask them hoes, did I do that?

I’m coming boisterous with 5 million switches

I’m the man with single and double and triple

And four five six time them bitches

I’m the nigga with the go head, fuckin' your bitch up in your bed

Standin' 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg

Much bone and I don’t fail a test

Little nigga fuck hoes both sides of the river

I can’t be fucked with, you can’t touch this better grab hold

Bitch I’m so cold I’m like a 24 year-old north pole!

Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes

Grippin' my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds

Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All

I’m harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!

But if ya catch me on the TV, or the radio spell it

M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y’all ain’t ready though!

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?

I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear

See y’all can stop lookin at another nigga

Face cause bitch the man right here

You nigga didn’t think that I could swing mine

Bitch I’m doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain’t lying)

Talking behind my back don’t make me no nevermind

Cause all you can say is I’m smarter than Einstein

I’m fire like Cayenne!

You’ll never catch me cause I’m swift as a hyena

Gimme the chance I’ll rock the Lakefront Arena

Like Teena Marie be rockin' Tipitina’s (damn Gina)

Tall dark strong long and lean ain’t nobody comin cleaner

It’s all in the way I lay my game down

Watch me swing with the Guillotine, rollin' round Niggatown

But everybody think these niggas be wantin' me

To prove that I’m the man

Bitch I’m colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan

I got no love for no b-i-e-otch

Matter fact’s been that way since I was wearin' osh kosh b’gosh

But yet y’all steadily trying to squab bout me

When I come in this door the only thing y’all can do is talk about me

Better get some business about yourself that’s what you better do

Matter fact I’m a tell you mother fuckers three things I’m a never do

One: never gonna change my style

Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow

I’m gettin' tired of being sick and tired

Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high

Suck big dick and die

Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can’t fade

The tan shade man with the braids

Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward

I done offended these niggas compare me

To niggas that gotta practice looking hard

Bitch-a won’t leave me alone

I’m not that Thug and I’m not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone

Black prince of the south that’s my title

Bitch I’m whoo chka ckha ow! bad like Michael

I’m throwin rhymes at a steady flow

Whoo, there they go y’all niggas ain’t ready yo

Bitch I pimp hoes instead of an army petty shit it don’t harm me

Bitch I’m entertaining like Cedric and I’m mac like Bernie

I’m black like Menace and I’m g like Slimm

I’m Sporty like T and I’m smooth like Tim

I can click just like the boot camp but I’m conscious like daughter

Bitch I’m insane but um, you still be wantin'

To claim that I’m your partner

I’m Down just like Bust plus I’m Ice just like Mike

And I’m the living lyrical miracle I’m just ice like Precise

I’m the invisible man you blind you can’t see shit

You mad cause I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at Freaknik

I’m rougher than a Brillo, I’m soothing like Mylanta

And I’m kickin' like Brando, and I’m swingin' like Evander

Technics that’ll speak, be sweet like my Auntie Alberta

Who got the nerve to fuck with the murderer

Better not be no busta

Kickin' it with them Uptown, levee-born hustlers

Ain’t no slack in my stack, ain’t no lack in my mack

I’ma put you on yo back cause you’se a rat

I’m no pussycat

I cock enough dick to make you scream Hallelujah

Runnin' these bitches from Tchoupitoulas through Pascagoula to Chattanooga

I’m the nigga gon' rock «Streamline» like Lalapalooza

You think you gon' take me, but fuck that

Bitch, I’m out that Boot Camp Click

I got my rifle and my rucksack

Never ever could touch this lil nigga

Cise, break it down

Dave, play that fuckin' guitar

I run wit' the best and I’m willin' to bet that

He done dropped that album on that ass

But, y’all niggas ain’t ready yet