Humph, Come on ^{Verse 1} It’s…the nigga that get hard than starch in yo f*ckin creases rip it to pieces slicin’ and dicin’ and icin’ em’ right with the mic I use that’s as clean as a wild teacher eyes stay tight when they fade to watch swarm bleedin’ from out the freeza’ can’t you see em’? Jesus! Big tittie Tina boppas out chea catchin’ Mystikal Fever Ol’ you’ll be sayin’ you ain’t takin’ no shit this time Nigga me neither! You could leave nigga f*ck we don’t need ya Rappa, Killa , loaded, beat, swivel, shark, butchers meat ^{Knife sound} a lot of you niggas believe in walkin’ a thin line but when I get through wit cha’ all I be hearin’ is awwah!! Of all maps and adages knocking off hats Y’all know act a ass But don’t call me that Fix yo f*ckin’ shirt tie yo f*ckin’ shoe strangs jive and mystikal comin’ up in the bull dagger ^Chorus big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin’ big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal’s fever ^{Verse 2} keep my muthaf*ckin’ fist balled up case a mutherf*cka tryin’ to start somethin’ takin’ ginseng got yo lil’dick hard makin’ it harder think you gon’ jump in the ring and go pound for pound with the knockout king? No shit like that gon’ happen cause them niggas down here ain’t gon f*ck wit what I bring you heard the the muthaf*ckin’ door open you heard that arrrr (door open sound) you know that’s me if it was a wrestlin’ match you’ll be on your back like 1…2…3 come off the top ropes leave you knocked out wit yo mouth open and they gon’ have to take yo ass home and leave you in a hot tub and soak bar banga’ and if you don’t want swang wit a mic I tell you nigga I’m wild ass a gorilla on chain Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter This for my hustlas to ballas, gangstas and cap pilla’s hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pilla’s hustlas and gangstas gangstas and cap pilla’s hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pilla’s ^Chorus big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin’ big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal fever ^{Verse 3} I’ll go pound for pound wit the knuckle cuffin’ muthaf*cka Rush em’ and touch em’ Then stand ova’ his ass and screamin’ “I told you not to start nuthin” I’ma damage ya You ain’t got the stamina Half the talent to match , to dance wit the Tarantula When I’ma chargin’ at cha niggas be tryin’ to copy cat wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can’t keep up ain’t no thankin’ that shit gon’ change cause when I drop off mystikal sound a likes gon’ have to get the fuck off crackin’ they glasses smashin’ they records smash and catchin’ they ass all day and tackle they ass tell em all settle shop down close fo’ sho put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer I hope…. ^Chorus big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin’ big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal’s fever big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin’ big tittie bitches catchin’ mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it’s mystikal’s fever