Mystikal, Butch Cassidy - Tarantula lyrics

Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
I debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the
Fuck 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 shit
You tell me which one is the hardest nigga
Lyrics or the drum kick
And when it's finished over and done with
I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the
Pussy off of some bitch
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 butt woman
With me, walking funny
Pussy up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front cause TV's running
Peanut-butter leather seat
With Big Truck on it
I must've kidnapped her
The nigga man hunting
Cause, I heard him hollering
"Hold on baby I'm coming!"
We hushed those who never thought
We would get this far (Baby, I'm comin')
(I'm coming baby)
But bitch I told you (Tarantula)
So do what you're supposed to (Tarantula)
Give me brains, stop looking strange, bitch
Shit changed
It's just like I told you (Tarantula)
Came up like I'm supposed to (Tarantula)

And I'm known as the Black
Prince of the South
So wop-bop-a-loo-bop, bitch 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 sexy 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 bitch can't handle it
Old ugly, jealous, mother-fucker
This shit jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of bass, 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 nigga move
Ranked CEO rapper fool

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 fucking 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
Aka 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 fucking last song
Bitch, walk like a Barbarian
Tall, dark and cut
I keep them fucking hoes starin'