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sh-t, sh-t, mystikal
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that sh-t

that’s the reason the b-tches be trying to get the worm out the zipper
that’s the reason n-gg-s gon’ have to learn that i’m the ripper
scr-pe up crumbs and turn ’em into nickels
then bounce ’em into dimes then i turn ’em into flippers

i can’t do my rhymes like you do yo rhymes ’cause it isn’t
you can’t make your sh-t try to sound like mine ’cause it isn’t
i run right at the top of the line, get your mind right n-gg-
murder was the case ’cause i shine at night n-gg-

the man with the braids in his hair, two tounged live n-gg-
let him fire n-gg-, i ride with five n-gg-s
live from the west and i bring it back home
ducked off in the bonneville, blowing up the zone

roamin’, cutting up on my cell phone
hundred miles per hour in the wind and i’m gone
watch them jails find the twenty inch wheels twirls
hoes hatin’ in the back, f-ck ’em girl

i stand up like a pit, swingin’ my big d-ck
take a picture, feet stickin’ like scotch tape b-tch
i swear to god i’ll f-ck over yay yay
have you sitting on your porch, gettin’ pushed in your rocking chair

that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that sh-t

that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that sh-t

i come in to put my two cents on a two inch
tearing down the f-ckin’ building and the blue prints
any sign of intrudence, come your -ss down here
and ask them who the fool is
raise your hand and talk to the teacher, no, students, students

i like to sing a about the boota and the tooters
smoke the purple bubble gum, merge crazy blue vooda
y’all past tense, i’m the black prince ruler
sharp shooter, chopatula to talula

point blank b-tch, gone, gone
full blast turning up the water all the way on
hi, my name is, mystikal

i handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since i hit the door
when i come around in this m-th-f-cka your arms fall off
you can’t touch me, your jaw break, you don’t say nothing
f-ck around and let my second wind kick in
i better be makin’ you feel like the booty that the d-ck went in b-tch

that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that sh-t

that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that sh-t

that’s that, that’s that sh-t
that’s that, that’s that sh-t b-tch
that’s that, thats that
thats that sh-t

that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that, that’s that
that’s that sh-t

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