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Mix Messiah

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

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

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

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

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

Get mad that I get green, you dealing the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga is the result
Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan is a cult

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 South it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to

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

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

Ain't got to walk a city for food, Diddy did dude
If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get
Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I no damn bammer
Mess Killa Mike, Ron Thomas 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 your damn
If you we all right thur, and speaking with bad grammar
I Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers

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

plenty of bricks, that's plenty of chips
There's of fine groupies, there's plenty of chicks
dominatrix 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 crash dummy
You album dropped you smile and frown, the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept me
I'm buying Color vehicles, with my ass cap money

Promises that they gave you, you feel like you major
and two-way pager, they gave 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 that played you

You was whack huh, it's still 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 looking for a A and R or CEO, you can huh

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

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