Chorus: Mystikal Making Noise
  
  First Verse:
  
  BEWARE!
  The man with the braids done walked in
  Mild mannered like Clark Kent
  I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark skin
  This man gonna be have you flippin' like the pages of (???)
  Evil like Cruella
  Five minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo
  Roll like an eighteen wheeler
  Shinin' like the slipper
  Of Cinderella
  And bad weather
  And acapella
  THIS FELLA
  TOP SELLER!!!!
  Gonna be that way til' I'm old as Mandela
  STILL GETTIN' BETTER!!!!!
  Writin' rhymes I'm best of 'em
  I'm the arrester, I'm the professor
  I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser
  Now really
  Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY
  Tell your whole Sunday gang bout it
  BITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!!
  Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH
  BOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!!
  
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  Second Verse:
  
  AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
  Bet'cha runnin'
  I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better
  Run with a letter
  Swift as a jet or keep up with the pace setter
  Sparkle like glitter
  HARD HITTER
  HOE GO-GETTER
  SIDE STEPPIN' FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!!
  Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches
  Leavin' you stitches
  Diggin' ditches
  Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts
  Don't fuck with the RHYMIN' BLACK BELT
  WATCH YOURSELF!!!!!!!
  BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!!
  BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! I KNOW!!!!!!!
  Y'all niggas can't fuck with the man with two tongues, cuz that's the way I flow
  Cuz I can get hot like fire
  And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire
  For instance, persistance
  No resistance, stay your distance
  Is vital to your existance
  You leave it to me to show you the way out
  I'm never gonna play ya
  I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADY
  EVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!!
  
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  Third Verse:
  
  And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are rusty
  Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me
  Hit'cha, so much muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty
  You disgust me
  Trust me
  When Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN' to touch me
  I'm the invisible man you can't see me
  I'm mackin' illusions and confusion
  I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises
  Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches want
  FIVE FOOT ELEVEN, screamin' to heaven
  I say FUCK SHIT GOD DAMN
  Bitch respect me like a reverend, and...
  Congregation say "Amen"
  (Amen)
  Come through this muthafucka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN
  And you against me, you better not say it go back in the water
  Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come
  UP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!!
  From the rats
  Rollin' out
  Since you wanna BOW muthafucka
  BOW to the master!
  
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