Testo Who They Want (mike Jones Diss)

Attention, if you got a thang for cotton candy rappers and gotta be in bed before 9:00 Cover ya ears, it's about to get ugly baby [Chorus] Now who they want? Me (6x), King Koopa That's what I give em' (Hold up, Color Changin' Click) (Chamillitary man) Now who they hate Dike (7x), then I'm gon' get em' Real niggaz ain't jammin' no (Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Yeah, I bring 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 (6x), King Koopa That's what I give em' ...Now who they hate Dike (7x), then I'm gon' get em' Real niggaz ain't jammin' no (Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)