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Mix Messiah

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

Not a angel I'm with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you 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 for bad behavior

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

But now I wanna ask a favor, talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so send that message to
a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
'Cause I'm wearing something, that the size of a G-Unit shoe kid

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

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

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

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

You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a
Like a is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with
hideous mood, and I pity the fool
If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the move

Ain't got to walk a city for food, 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 that Quo down in Atlanta

Lil' and my man Banner, come here and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix damn channel
If you think we all right thur, and with bad grammar
I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. no damn bammers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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