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Mix Messiah

uh-huh, Chamillitary mayn, Chamillitary mayn
And I that there, and I mean that there
And I mean that there,
Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that
And I mean that there, and I that there yeah-yeah

Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a
They make with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I you
I'm the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad

They said I should, off major, but I'm a procrastinator
I get the job playa, but I'm busy now ask me later
Stay a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer
Why 'cause I'm a better business man, than average hater

But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm
Got no love for you haters, so send that to cupid
a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a shoe kid

that, a nine stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be to the dyke, but that was my last try
And since it the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, they pass by

Get mad I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred independent, now I move CD's in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a

I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the and box you
You like you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you
Run the when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to

Long as Jon, and Manny keep making beats
gon' be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I my mind, so stop acting so sentimental
You soft, if you go to jail you'll get used for a prison

You scared, shooting slugs behind the and not a brick
a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the
If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the city'd

Ain't got to walk a for food, like Diddy did dude
If you hungry for drama, see that my Semi get chewed
Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in

Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your channel
If you think we all right thur, and with bad grammar
I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn

Rasaq no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers
The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn
Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps a tan camel
Keep a couch a full house, like Dan Tanner

That's of bricks, that's plenty of chips
There's plenty of fine groupies, plenty of chicks
Like dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of
So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my

Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash dummy
You album dropped you smile and frown, the math get funny
I'm all my publishing, never had that kept from me
I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, my ass cap money

Promises that they you, made you feel like you major
Navigator and two-way pager, they you then made you
Go lie how they paid you, and never will play you
You's a puppet go get a refund, I think they played you

You album was whack huh, still on the rack huh
man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh
You go get a dagger, hop in a cab huh
You looking for a A and R or CEO, you can huh

Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker Nelly with jewels
See the industry wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a guy
Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to rumble guy

And I mean that there, and I mean that
And I that there yeah
you out the game