Tarantula

[Verse 1: Mystikal] 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 T.V.'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!!!" [Hook: Butch Cassidy] 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) [Verse 2: Mystikal] 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 [Hook: Butch Cassidy] [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 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 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 fucking last song Bitch, walk like a Barbarian Tall, dark and cut, I keep them fucking hoes starin' [Hook: Butch Cassidy]