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Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your makin' somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd figured I bring my sleepin' bag over an'
You wanna do some net
Yeah, sounds a date, I mean that'd be great
Ha, ha,

I'm on All-hip-hop dot com, the end of the year
Chamillionaire got one of the best mixtapes here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't
I click on every link on him an' never what I hear

I just he disappears
I hope he too
Matter fact I hope a grave is he disappears too
me, how come you don't like him?
Naw, I don't like him 'cause you like him
How 'bout we post it all over the I'll do the typin'

He his new songs, the DJ's don't drop bombs
They even notice him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it like suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, that would be great, his album's droppin' late
his Venom album drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I think he should ask God for forgiveness he's Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I

I he's droppin' part eight
No, not, he's on seven
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the heck you
I was on his Myspace I was just about to get him, man

Get
Yeah, chill, why the you yellin'?
I was only on his page so I can see how much he
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're to be free
Anyone who buys from him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy paint an'
An' how is kickers in his trunk, it like it's Chung Lee
How he gotta keep it like Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, they caught by Dundee

How the you know his lyrics man, what are you, a dweep?
Man, please, I hardly know my ABC's
All he is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every other rapper about how they got eighty keys

An' that's appealin' to me than his chatter
Man, what's your mom
Man, it don' even
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it matter?
like a little girl who just got beaten an' battered?

'Cause I'm really startin' to think you're an undercover fan
Not a nothin', I'm a over-cover Stan
I the station up an' try to get his records, man
Well okay, I you an' my mother's makin' Spam

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
Christmas already done passed, plus the Grinch here
You don't who I'm a-like, then you can disappear
Take your purple iPod an' get up out my

You'll, you just mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop year, you queer
Boy got a cartoon
Do I look I care?
He gets paid by
Do you that's fair?

I don't care if mad or not, I'm hopin' that Aster Roth
Drops somethin' that's hot enough to knock album off
You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me wanna
mentionin' people that I think are really just a fluke

Stop, they'll reach the top, I'm not havin' it
That's one hot album every never year's
Wait for Charles Hamilton, tell me gon' damage him
What'chu mean Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles

Dude, I told you but you have forgot
Crooked I's gonna come out an' take everyone's
Everyone is gonna flop Aftermath is on top
stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre won't drop

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, not even in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause always here with me
Yeah, but at least I got homies know me in the streets
An' they know who Joe Buddens is an' Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' more Kanyee's
I thought you said you didn't like with rappers try'na sing
I never told you a thing, I never told you such a thing
I listen to
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never that, that's not true
I'm on dot com more than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Status
Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' that's to to name a few

That's the only thing you do, you're a for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you even know a thang
We were on hip-hop game the other night, you complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, you're

(Are you talkin' back to mommy? Put food in tummy)
Man, why I gotta eat I'm not even hungry
Man, I am

I'm surfin' on the net, a sec, I'll be there
here
Wait, you act you can't hear
(Boy, don't you make me you, dear)
Mom, please, you're hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah