Beelow - Don't Call Me lyrics

{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}