(Chamillitary Mayne)

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Mixtape Messiah August 27th Put that on yo' calendar
It's Chamillionaire, I mean Koopa; aka Major Pain Cause
I'm gonna bring the majors pain Mixtape master of the underground
BANG!

They ask me where Texas at, and I say hold that thought;
August 27th I'm a get to that
You either die a hero or you live to see yourself become the villan
I've been showin' support to all the labels in my city
Bur right now it's all about Chamilli

When they see me do my magic, they say what the heck is Koopa on?
Texas been too quiet so that X-man about to produce a storm
Either die a hero or the villain is what you become Hop in my bat mobile,
Cha cha [? ] on? Salad dressing cus it's on Plenty green and parmesan
In my pockets, in my palm I'm about to drop a bomb Thinkin about making
Vegetation, I'm the mixtape farmer John So much green inside my jeans, it's like
I been a mowin' lawns I'm the real, the rest is fake I'm the best, the rest is Cake

Mixtape god, I bless the tape And I put boys in they resting place
People always test the type and they don't neva test the face That's the day I'm gonna be on TMZ and that day I catch a case Think that you can take my auto and them hollows not gon' follow Better dream of a bikini wearing genie out a bottle Some chicks, they used to strip; asked to wax the Masserato I say forget the wax, just make it quick just like [? ] That Spanish chick that love the chips she do that Dorito lady She ready to Frito lay me, es me gusto that's me oh baby

I hear some sharks talkin' like they gonna DOA me Go ahead jump in that water, promise there's torpedo's waiting I dropped a lot of verses, but I know I'm proud of mines I see the president's in front of me, I'm Obamatized Rappers is politicians, they all be talking lies Paparazzi like some Nazi Pop your posse like some spies

I used to look around me like it's prolly you that hate me Now open up my wallet and it start illuminating Do your damage, do it Talk your talk and mutilate me Money talks, Me and Ben always communicating I know you prolly thankin why he talking all that cash I write my lyrics in a crib as big as [? ] What's happy broke but supa rich and they like boy he mad Every problem I had last year, my money brought me all of that
[? ]Push foreigns like a chauffer [? ] But back when I was broka, I sold product like a broker My next one drop, it's over Point out somebody dopa I bet that supasoaka flip that joka like it's Poka That boy ain't half of me, turned into a casualty Humble but I swear I'm not Barak Obama's pastasy[? ] I bet talking trash, yeah the mouth is a catastrophe Don't mistake the humbleness for weWakness cus that blasphemy