Mix Tape Messiah..
(*talking*)
Yeah uh-huh, Chamillitary mayn, Chamillitary mayn
And I mean that there, and I mean that there
And I mean that there, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that there
And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah
[Chamillionaire]
Not a angel I`m filled with anger, to the industry I`m a danger
They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I`m a stranger
Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you
I`m the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad behavior
They said I should of went major, but I`m a procrastinator
I get the job done playa, but I`m busy now ask me later
Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer
Why cause I`m a better business man, than your average hater
But now I wanna ask a favor, don`t talk to me like I`m stupid
Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid
Give a shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout out to Who Kid)
Cause I`m wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid
What`s that a nine stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my last try
And since it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I`m spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move c.d.`s in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult
I`m that nigga that`ll spot you, see you in the streets and box you
You acting like you a problem, I bet I do something bout you
Run the South when it come to making mix tapes, I`m a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to Kazaa
Long as Lil` Jon, and Manny keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I speak my mind, so stop acting so sentimental
You soft, if you go to jail you`ll get used for a prison pillow
You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the fool
If I walk in I bet every sissy, in the city`d move
Ain`t got to walk a city for food, like Diddy did dude
If you hungry for drama, I`ll see that my Semi get chewed
Give me the tool I`m from Texas, but I ain`t no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta
Lil` Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun B, Lil` O and S.U.C. ain`t no damn bammers
Rasaq ain`t no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain`t no damn bammers
The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn hammer
Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps like a tan camel
Keep a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner
That`s plenty of bricks, that`s plenty of chips
There`s plenty of fine groupies, there`s plenty of chicks
Like dominatrix chicks, there`s plenty of whips
So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my dick
Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test dummy
You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I`m getting all my publishing, never had that kept from me
I`m buying Color Changin` vehicles, with my ass cap money
Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you major
Navigator and two-way pager, they gave you then made you
Go lie about how they paid you, and never will play you
You`s a puppet go get a refund, I think that they played you
You album was whack huh, it`s still on the rack huh
Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh
You go get a dagger, then hop in a cab huh
You looking for a A&R or CEO, you can stab huh
Did a hundred thousand independent, ain`t really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels
See the industry wouldn`t listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I`m the come get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy
And I mean that there, and I mean that there
And I mean that there jeah, (throw you out the game)
