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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 mean there
And I that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah

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

They 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 send that to cupid
Give a shout out to Who Kid, why give a out to Who Kid
I'm wearing something, that match 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 it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by

Get mad that I get green, you with the Hulk
I put my in the music, nigga 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 that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you
You like you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you
Run the South when it to making mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special out to Kazaa

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

You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a
Like a is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the
If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the city'd

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

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

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

That's plenty of bricks, plenty of chips
There's plenty of fine groupies, there's of chicks
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, nigga you a test dummy
You album dropped you smile and frown, the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, had that kept from me
I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, 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 how they paid you, and never will play you
You's a puppet go get a refund, I think that played you

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

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