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

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, Koopa
That's what I give em', the color click, Chamillitary man!
Now who they hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike,
Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz, jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who? Jones, Jones

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

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

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

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

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some fool
And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles
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 who? Nah, I don't have to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the
I pull my back-hand and slap you, you 'to a dizzy rascal

That hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market
He said I fell off, and could never get hot
Can't pull my dick out, 'cuz he got my in a lip-lock

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

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