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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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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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!