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Mix Messiah

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

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

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

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

What's that, a stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but was my last try
And since it the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on niggaz, when 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
on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult

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

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

You scared, slugs behind the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' 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, I'll see my Semi get chewed
me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta

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

Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn
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, there's of chicks
Like dominatrix chicks, there's of whips
So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my

Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test
You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get
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
Navigator and two-way pager, 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 think they played you

You album was whack huh, it's still on the huh
Repo man in your 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 independent, ain't really nothing to prove
I make a disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels
See the industry listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to rumble guy

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