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]