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Mix Messiah

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

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

said I should, off went 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 business man, than your average hater

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

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

Get mad I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, this is the result
Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move CD's in
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan 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 when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to

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

You scared, slugs behind the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I the fool
If I walk in, I bet every 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 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 in Atlanta

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

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

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

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

Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you
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 that they played you

You album was whack huh, it's 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, really nothing to prove
I a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels
See the industry listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I'm the get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy

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