Who They Want Lyrics - The Mix Tape Messiah - Chamillionaire

Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers 

That gotta be in the bed before 9:00 

Cover ya ears, its 'bout to get ugly baby 

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa 

That's what I give em', the color changin' click, Chamillitary man! 

Now who they hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike 

Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz, ain't jammin', no 

Dike Jones, Who? Dike Jones, Jones 

Yeah, I handle heat like a pizza man, you want beef I'll unpack it for ya 

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

You don't want problems my nigga, my stats is way past a quota 

'Cuz I'm gettin' what Flippa says in the initial that's after Clova, G's 

Nigga please, them commercials ain't even right 

Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we bend and 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 

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 

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 

I bought ya CD, you was sayin' how you the best in the streets 

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 

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 

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 genitalia 

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

Mo' money and mo' record sales, etcetera etcetera 

So I'ma delete you, and put Magno back there instead of ya 

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa 

That's what I give em', 

Now who they hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike 

Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz ain't jammin', no 

Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones