Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers

That gotta be in the bed before 9:00

Cover ya ears, pop ya ? baby



[Chorus]

Now who they want?

Me [x6], King Koopa

That's what I give em'

(Hold up, Color Changin' Click)

(Chamillitary man)

Now who they hate

Dike [x7], then I'm gon' get em'

Real niggaz ain't jammin' no

(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)



[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]

Yeah, I end the heat like a pizza man

you want beef I'll unpack it for ya

Dike Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter

You don't know want problems my nigga

my stats is way past a quarter

Cuz I'm gettin' what Flipper says in the initial that's after Clover, G's

Nigga please, them commercials ain't even right (why)

Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we been don' remixed that Sprite

Okay Koopa stick to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight

But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a Lucky Night (nah)

He lucky if he have a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal

Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil

Want problems then Crank It Up, ain't no Static or Banner here (nigga)

I crush that lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer

Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest and sleep

You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can rest in peace (Who?)

I bought ya CD, you was sayin' how you the best in the streets (Uh-Uh)

So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them cleets

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble fool

And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude

And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food

Cuz the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

Watch the punisher punish WHO?, nah, I don't have to ask ya

You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't gon' have a hassle

You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the castle

I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal (WHO!)

That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped

I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market wrist-watch (Fuck that

nigga)

He said I fell off, and Koopa could never get hot

Can't pull my dick out, cuz he got my dick in a lip-lock

Man, I'm just sayin' though get off my genetalia

Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no competitor

Mo' money and mo' money record sales, etcetera etcetera

So I'ma delete you, and put Magno back there instead of ya (OH!)



[Chorus]

Now who they want?

Me [x6], King Koopa

That's what I give em'

...Now who they hate

Dike [x7], then I'm gon' get em'

Real niggaz ain't jammin' no

(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)