[Chamillionaire]

Smack the face off ya face, and that's all it takes

For me to make butter-boy, take my verse off his tapes

Koopa's iced out, lights reflect off the face

Prolly could cough on a plate and make frosted flakes

Ladies like me, me speakin' like a walkin' baby

Yall niggas is lady-like like a walkin' lady

You may not watch MTV or Carson Daly

But you can watch them TV's in my car son daily

Caught ya baby, in a akward position

She was missin' but when you found her, her panties were missin'

Tryed to snatch the chain like a ice crispy treat

And snap, crackle, pop til' ya drop and hit the street

Mmm, I don't think you wanna get faybe in a bad look

Get ya jag took, beef in a minute he's a bad cook

There will never be a true happy ending like a bad book

When you keep tryin' to subtract all my dollars like a math book

Act a ass, look..Me and Gu-U in a true blue;

Denali prolly while you probably lookin' for a new boo

Thuggin' wit Lewis too, not just cuz he can rap

But cuz he can wrap his knuckles around ya neck and snap

Oops call a ambulance

You boys don't have a chance

Bust shots at the ground just to make ya family dance

Sittin' crooked on my rims, damn..did I say rims

Damn..did it again, aww man watch you in



[Slim Thug: Talking]