{Beelow Talking}
Say bra, say bra
{Thug Addict}
sh*t!
{Beelow}
You know who you sound like man? Man hold up
{Thug Addict}
AHH!
{Beelow}
Mama, say Mama come listen to this n***a say bra
You know who you sound like?
{Thug Addict}
{Chorus}
Don't call me, n***a don't call me n***a
Don't call me no f**in' MYSTIKAL!
I'ma Thug Rider, I'ma on Fire, You don't wanna f** with me
I f** over every MC, I f** over every MC
Don't call me, n***a don't call me n***a don't call me no f**in' MYSTIKAL!
{Thug Addict}
I'm the Jesse James in this Rap Game
I come tighter then Black Suprems on a n***a head
I'm BAD!, the type of n***a f** with you Bad!
I f** over ya, DROWN ya with yo stupid a**!
I'm askin', why I decided to stay State Capital
Bad a** lil' rascal, I'm that n***a, b**h I'm that RAPPER!
Indosposeable, Uncontrollable, I run yo a** over
Like an motherf**in' BULL DOZER!
I told ya BOY, a soldier BOY!
I ain't no motherf**in' play toy
I'm that n***a, people be talkin' bout
Boy you WRONG! the coldest n***a that you ever hear
Play it on the track, like a fukin' Guitar
I make it jingle, and glingle, and wrap it up like a Wrath of Terror
I can throw it and blow it, high up in the AIR!
I'ma super duper, lil' trooper spit sh** like a buger
Come through the speaker like Freddy Krueger
Die b**h!, and do a lil' somethin' to ya
You know, I told you motherf**ers from the GET GO!
{Chorus}
{Beelow}
Damn bra, you sound just like that n***a Mystikal man
{Thug Addict}
Man, I don't sound like no motherf**in' Mystikal
{Beelow}
I ain't lyin', say bra say that sh** again
{Thug Addict}
Man, I say what the f** I wanna say
{Beelow}
Man, say that sh** again, n***a sound just like Mystikal bra
Damn, don't he sound just like that n***a, let me get yo Autograph
{Thug Addict}
I'm sick and tired of motherf**ers lyin'
Talkin' bout I'm try'na sound like somebody
Try'na get down like somebody
I'm respected highly, lyrical violent
I'm that other n***a on the Mic, hollin'
Stylin', comin' through this motherf**er straight up hirin'
Flossin' in the Bat Cave, like Batman and Robin!
Actin' like a man on FIRE!
f** with me n***a, better put a bullet in yo f**in' NOGGIN!
Chop, chop ya is my f**in' HOBBY!
They bout that BULLsh*t! I doubt IT!
They label me a black John Gotti!
n***a, I'ma be cold when I'm 90!
Whoopin' highly, on the mic still crackin'
You ain't heard bout ME!
That mean, ya probably ain't f**in' worried bout ME!
So don't call me no other n***a call me THUG ADDICT!
Don't Call Me!
Don't Call Me!
No f**in' Mystikal!
{Till song finishes}