歌詞: Chamillionaire. Who They Want (mike Jones Diss).

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