Tarantula lyrics

[Verse 1: Mystikal]
Oh b*tch I'm country as cowboy boots
I debut beating boy band groups
n*gga let me know what the f*ck 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*t
You tell me which one is the hardest n*gga
Lyrics or the drum kick
And when it's finished over and done with
I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pus*y off of some b*tch
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, pus*y 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 n*gga 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 b*tch I told you (Tarantula)
So do what you're supposed to (Tarantula)
Give me brains, stop looking strange, b*tch, sh*t 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*tch 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 b*tch can't handle it
Old ugly, jealous, mother-f*cker, this sh*t 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 n*gga 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 f*cking 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*cking last song
b*tch, walk like a Barbarian
Tall, dark and cut, I keep them f*cking hoes starin'
[Hook: Butch Cassidy]