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Mix Messiah

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

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

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

But now I wanna ask a favor, don't to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so that message to cupid
Give a 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

What's that, a nine stupid, you do the why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my try
And it seems 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 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 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 South when it come to mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I give a special shout out to Kazaa

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

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

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

Lil' Flip and my man Banner, here and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix damn channel
If you think we all right thur, and speaking with bad
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 humps like a tan camel
a couch 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 dominatrix chicks, 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 buying Color vehicles, with my ass cap money

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

You album was huh, it's 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 thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, than Nelly with jewels
See the wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I'm the get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy

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