Chorus: Mystikal Making Noise. First Verse:. BEWARE!. The man with the braids done walked in. Mild mannered like Clark Kent. I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark skin. This man gonna be have you flippin' like the pages of (???). Evil like Cruella. Five minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo. Roll like an eighteen wheeler. Shinin' like the slipper. Of Cinderella. And bad weather. And acapella. THIS FELLA. TOP SELLER!!!!. Gonna be that way til' I'm old as Mandela. STILL GETTIN' BETTER!!!!!. Writin' rhymes I'm best of 'em. I'm the arrester I'm the professor. I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser. Now really. Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY. Tell your whole Sunday gang bout it. BITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!!. Now I kick the rest of you into HASH. BOW GRASSHOPPER BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!!. Chorus. Second Verse:. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!. Bet'cha runnin'. I bet'cha bet'cha I'm best that I'm better. Run with a letter. Swift as a jet or keep up with the pace setter. Sparkle like glitter. HARD HITTER. HOE GO-GETTER. SIDE STEPPIN' FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!!. Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches. Leavin' you stitches. Diggin' ditches. Sufferin' hickeys cuts scrapes bruises welts. Don't fuck with the RHYMIN' BLACK BELT. WATCH YOURSELF!!!!!!!. BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!!. BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! &nbsp;I KNOW!!!!!!!. Y'all niggas can't fuck with the man with two tongues cuz that's the way I flow. Cuz I can get hot like fire. And you can't put it out it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire. For instance persistance. No resistance stay your distance. Is vital to your existance. You leave it to me to show you the way out. I'm never gonna play ya. I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADY. EVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!!. Chorus. Third Verse:. And I'm uh ready and it looks like ALL you bitches are rusty. Y'all can't buss me don't cuss me. Hit'cha so much muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty. You disgust me. Trust me. When Mystikal hits the door you bitches be SCREAMIN' to touch me. I'm the invisible man you can't see me. I'm mackin' illusions and confusion. I'm abusin' your conclusion and contusions from the bruises. Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches want. FIVE FOOT ELEVEN screamin' to heaven. I say FUCK SHIT GOD DAMN. Bitch respect me like a reverend and.... Congregation say "Amen". (Amen). Come through this muthafucka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN. And you against me you better not say it go back in the water. Come come come come come come come come. UP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!!. From the rats. Rollin' out. Since you wanna BOW muthafucka. BOW to the master!. Chorus.