Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, uh
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm [bad word] I'm [bad word] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping [bad word] you jamming [bad word] Don't know about you, but I'm [bad word] I'm [bad word] 
[Paul Wall] 
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the [bad word] they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm [bad word]  cause [bad word] speak for itself baby

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm [bad word] I'm [bad word] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping [bad word] you jamming [bad word] Don't know about you, but I'm [bad word] I'm [bad word] 
[Chamillionaire] 
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say [bad word] true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
Cause if the [bad word] around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber  with Cita, until you catch a [bad word] Why is he saying this, to [bad word] boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ [bad word]  rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm [bad word] I'm [bad word] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping [bad word] you jamming [bad word] Don't know about you, but I'm [bad word] I'm [bad word] 
[Lil' Flip] 
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing [bad word] for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels [bad word]  your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, [bad word] leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my [bad word] heat
We popping [bad word] and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I [bad word]  that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'