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!!!!!!!      Chorus      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, 'cause that's the way I flow   'cause 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!!!!!!!!!      Chorus      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!      Chorus