Lyrics: Michael Lawrence Tyler
Music: Michael Lawrence Tyler
Bitch, come on
It's the ****ers that get harder than starch in your ****in' creases
Rip it to pieces
Slicin' and dicin' and icin' em' right with the mic I use
That's as clean as a wild teacher
Eyes stay tight when they fade
To watch swarm bleedin'
From out the freeza'
Can't you see 'em?
Jesus!
Big tittie Tina Boppas out she catchin' Mystikal Fever
Ol' you'll be sayin' you ain't takin' no bullshit this time
Shit, me neither
You could leave that pussy because we don't need you
Rapper, killer , loaded, beat
Swivel, shark, butchers meat
A lot of you ****ers believe in walkin' a thin line
But when I get through with cha' all I be hearin' is, aaw
Of all maps and adages knocking off hats
Y'all know
Act a ass
But don't call me that
Fix your ****in' shirt
Tie your ****in' shoe strings
Jive and Mystikal comin' up in the bull dagger
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal season
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal's Fever
Keep my mother****ing fist balled up
Case a mother****er tryin' to start somethin'
Takin' Ginseng got yo little mother****er hard makin' it harder
Think you gon' jump in the ring
And go pound for pound with the knockout king?
No bullshit like that gon' happen 'cause them
Mother****ers down here ain't gon' **** with what I bring
You heard the the mother****ing door open
You heard that ar, you know that's me
If it was a wrestlin' match
You'll be on your back like one-two-three
Come off the top ropes leave you knocked out
With your mouth open
And they gon' have to take yo ass home
And leave you in a hot tub and soak
Bar banga' and if you don't want swang
Wit' a mic I tell you mother****ers
I'm wild ass a gorilla on chain
Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter
This for my Hustlas to Ballas, gangstas and Cap Pilla's
Hustlas to Ballas
Gangstas and Cap Pilla's
Hustlas and gangstas
Gangstas and Cap Pilla's
Hustlas to Ballas
Gangstas and Cap Pilla's
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal season
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal Fever
I'll go pound for pound wit' the knuckle coffin mother****ers
Rush 'em and touch 'em
Then stand over his ass and screamin' I told you not to start nothin'
I'ma damage you
You ain't got the stamina
Half the talent to match, to dance wit' the Tarantula
When I'ma chargin' at cha
Mother****ers be tryin' to copy cat
Wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can't keep up
Ain't no thankin'
That mother****er's gon' change
'Cause when I drop off Mystikal sound a likes
Gone have to get the **** off
Crackin' they glasses
Small-time ****ing they records
Smash and catchin' they ass all day and tackle they ass
Tell 'em all settle shop down
Close for show
Put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer
I hope
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal season
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal Fever
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal season
Big tittie mother****ers catchin'
Big tittie mother****ers catchin' Mystikal Fever
These mother****ers know
These mother****ers know when it's Mystikal Fever