Who They Want (Lil' Flip - Game Over)
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Attention
If you got a thing for cotton candy rappers
And gotta be in bed before nine o'clock
Cover your ears, it's about to get ugly baby
Now who they want?
Me, me, me, me, me, me
King Koopa
That's what I give 'em
Look, Color Changin' Click
Chamillitary mayne
Now who they hate?
Dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke
And I'm gon' get 'em
Real niggas ain't jammin' no
Dyke Jones
Who?
Dyke Jones (Jones)
Yeah, I handle heat like the pizza man
You want beef I'll unpack it for ya
Dyke Jones is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't want problems my nigga
My stats is way past the quota
Cause I'm gettin' what Flippa says
And the initial that's after Clover
Cheese, nigga please them commercials ain't even right
Texas niggas be pourin' purple
We been done remixed that Sprite
Okay Koopa stick to this dyke
You right if he wanna fight
If this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a lucky night
He'll be lucky if he have a life
Sayin' Cam ain't gon' get a deal
Ain't a 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 little man's career
Like a Budweiser can of beer
I'm about to dig up a deep hole
So your album can rest and sleep
You can put all your lyrics in it
The gimmicks can rest in peace
I bought your CD you was sayin'
How you the best in the streets
So I had to go get my quarter back
Like niggas who step in them cleats
Hut one, hut two
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 the guzzle juice
No openin' for your food
Cause 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'll pull my back hand and slap you
And turn you to a Dizzee 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 wristwatch
He said I fell off and Koopa could never get hot
Can't pull my dick out cause he got my dick in a lip lock
Man I'm just sayin' though
Get off my genitalia
Get off my nuts I'm better ya
No you ain't no competitor
More money and more record sales
Et cetera, et cetera
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?
Dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke
And I'm gon' get 'em
Real niggas ain't jammin' no
Dyke Jones
Who?
Dyke Jones (Jones)