Mystikal - Tarantula lyrics

[Verse 1: Mystikal] Oh b**h I'm country as cowboy boots I debut beating boy band groups n***a let me know what the f** y'all wanna do Either keep up or you can't (can't) Mildew or barbecue, crack or do your thang, dang I ain't come here for no dumb sh** You tell me which one is the hardest n***a Lyrics or the drum kick And when it's finished over and done with I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the p**y off of some b**h I ain't no speedy, you say I beat it too much I ain't gone eat it, you ain't gone drown me, and I pound it enough See me leaving with a big bu*t woman With me, walking funny, p**y up in her stomach Sittin' in the front cause T.V.'s running Peanut-bu*ter leather seat, with Big Truck on it I must've kidnapped her, the n***a man-hunting Cause I heard him hollering, "Hold on baby I'm coming!!!" [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] We hushed those who never thought we would get this far (Baby, I'm comin') (I'm coming baby!) But b**h I told you (Tarantula) So do what you're supposed to (Tarantula) Give me brains, stop looking strange, b**h, sh** changed It's just like I told you (Tarantula) Came up like I'm supposed to (Tarantula) [Verse 2: Mystikal] And I'm known as the Black Prince of the South So wop-bop-a-loo-bop, b**h watch out I make your momma shake her tail feather Don't tell your daddy that I'm here, because you know I make him feel threatened Go get your s**y dress to turn me on While he down there quoting Betty Wright, "I know you not gon' sing that song!!!" I hit the chart and never move off Or homie cool off Before your nose looks like Rudolph's I give it to him and this b**h can't handle it Old ugly, jealous, mother-f**er, this sh** jammin' Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of ba**, strings, kicks, and piano They callin' me big bucks, no whammies This year I'm screaming, "Jive Records, Big Truck," got dammit Heads up, tighten up, a n***a move Ranked CEO/Rapper/Fool [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] [Verse 3: Mystikal] I'm fixin' to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillespie Heavens to Betsy Julio Iglesias couldn't out rock me, Speedy Gonzales couldn't come catch me Grammy-nominated, especially The Soul Train Award winner, call me Black Elvis Presley You probably can't keep up with what you've seen me on Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock, or Jenny Jones I knock down buildings, and chop down trees I kick so f**ing hard they say, "You Japanese?" I'm up in the millions because of what I invent Look at you, over there with your seat belt light on approaching y'all initial decent A.k.a The Tarantula Hot rhymes coming from a canister They keeping my fans for something to brag on These peoples in here ain't leaving until I finish my f**ing last song b**h, walk like a Barbarian Tall, dark and cut, I keep them f**ing hoes starin' [Hook: Butch Ca**idy]