[Chamillionaire]   Smack the face off ya face, and that's all it takes   For me to make butter-boy, take my verse off his tapes   Koopa's iced out, lights reflect off the face   Prolly could cough on a plate and make frosted flakes   Ladies like me, me speakin' like a walkin' baby   Yall niggas is lady-like like a walkin' lady   You may not watch MTV or Carson Daly   But you can watch them TV's in my car son daily   Caught ya baby, in a akward position   She was missin' but when you found her, her panties were missin'   Tryed to snatch the chain like a ice crispy treat   And snap, crackle, pop til' ya drop and hit the street   Mmm, I don't think you wanna get faybe in a bad look   Get ya jag took, beef in a minute he's a bad cook   There will never be a true happy ending like a bad book   When you keep tryin' to subtract all my dollars like a math book   Act a ass, look..Me and Gu-U in a true blue;   Denali prolly while you probably lookin' for a new boo   Thuggin' wit Lewis too, not just 'cause he can rap   But 'cause he can wrap his knuckles around ya neck and snap   Oops call a ambulance   You boys don't have a chance   Bust shots at the ground just to make ya family dance   Sittin' crooked on my rims, damn..did I say rims   Damn..did it again, aww man watch you in      (Slim Thug - Talking)