Mystikal U Can't Handle This Lyrics

<mystikal talking>
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't

The minute I step in dis b____
I hear Oh s___ m________a, God d___!
Watch out for dat n____
You cant handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
Im top of the line
p____in your a__ like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid a__ so bad It aint no challenge!
This aint no m________in fluke, This pure deep talent!
Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old n____
I aint playin with you b____es!
Why you n____z be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
Im gonn have ya leave this m________a sayin Whatd that m________a said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
n____z that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you d___, jesus
Thats the reason Im f___in wit n____z
Wasup wit dem n____z dats talkin s___
You better go f___ wit anotha n____
You cant handle this!

<chorus>
Oh s___, Motha f___a! God d___! x8

<mystikal>
Certified rhyme busta
b____ n____, b____ n____
Same n____, If Im not that n____
but that n____ from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your f___in deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I dont like n____z tryin ta run up on my s___ and set
Im the tarantula on the catipillar, b____ ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
Ive got the gift thatll make a b____ get off me
spent like charles barkley
So b____ Dont start me!
Whos that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall n____z dont want no trouble, Cant stop us

<mystikal>
I know ya'll n____ know better than to f___ wit tha man
Dont ya (dont ya)
n____ dont you know what my style cant be poached
and every n____ around, probably got beef wit somebody
But thats the same n____ between the fighters
I aint got it (i aint got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another n____ couldnt off throw me on skates!
Im the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
Yall n____z cant do what I do!
(man f___ that n____)
Naw m_________ you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
b____ I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical a__ whoopin
Is what im cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin
Aint no canibus, the wrong n____ with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b____
YOu cant handle this!

<chorus till fade> (11 times)