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[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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