[Verse 1: Mystikal]
Oh b**h I'm country as cowboy boots
I debut beating boy band groups
n***a let me know what the f** 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**
You tell me which one is the hardest n***a
Lyrics or the drum kick
And when it's finished over and done with
I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the p**y off of some b**h
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 bu*t woman
With me, walking funny, p**y up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front cause T.V.'s running
Peanut-bu*ter leather seat, with Big Truck on it
I must've kidnapped her, the n***a man-hunting
Cause I heard him hollering, "Hold on baby I'm coming!!!"
[Hook: Butch Ca**idy]
We hushed those who never thought we would get this far
(Baby, I'm comin')
(I'm coming baby!)
But b**h I told you (Tarantula)
So do what you're supposed to (Tarantula)
Give me brains, stop looking strange, b**h, sh** 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**h 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 s**y 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**h can't handle it
Old ugly, jealous, mother-f**er, this sh** jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of ba**, 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***a move
Ranked CEO/Rapper/Fool
[Hook: Butch Ca**idy]
[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**ing 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**ing last song
b**h, walk like a Barbarian
Tall, dark and cut, I keep them f**ing hoes starin'
[Hook: Butch Ca**idy]