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Attention, we gotta thang for rappers
gotta be in the bed before 9:00
Cover ya ears, its 'bout to get ugly

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King
That's what I give em', the color changin' click, man!
Now who hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
I'm gon' get em' real niggaz, ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Dike Jones, Jones

Yeah, I handle heat like a pizza man, you want beef I'll it for ya
Mike Jones, is a wack but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't problems my nigga, my stats is way past a quota
'Cuz I'm gettin' what Flippa in the initial that's after Clova, G's

Nigga please, them ain't even right
Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we bend and that Sprite
Okay Koopa stick to this Dike, you right if he fight
But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a lucky

He lucky if he have a life, sayin' ain't gon' get a deal
Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's for some Vagisil
Want problems then crank it up, ain't no static or here
I crush lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer

'Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can and sleep
You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can rest in
I bought ya CD, you was how you the best in the streets
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who in them cleets

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some fool
And my brother like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya
'Cuz the only way to you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

Watch the punisher punish who? Nah, I don't to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't gon' have a
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the
I pull my back-hand and you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

That ain't hip-hop, I swear garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your wrist-watch
He said I fell off, and Koopa could get hot
pull my dick out, 'cuz he got my dick in a lip-lock

Man, I'm sayin' though get off my genitalia
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no
Mo' money and mo' record sales, etcetera
So delete you, and put Magno back there instead of ya

Now who they Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's what I em',
Now who hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm get em' real niggaz ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Jones, Jones