Scratch That
Chamillionaire Lyrics


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[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes
Thought he was the man but that boy a coon
And I'm so street smart they call me "Harvard Goon"
Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all assume
But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)
[explosion]
Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick
I'm so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish
I'd take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and it's never no splits
Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster
(College) dropout like I never heard Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember they asthma
Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just want my clout to last
And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
Promise my vault is like Alcatraz
Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out with cash
Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man with funds (funds)
Give me your account, let me manage one
I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage done
Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner




Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners
Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla

Overall Meaning

In the song "Scratch That" by Chamillionaire, the rapper takes a jab at the overuse of Auto-Tune in the music industry. He mentions that he heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune and he's glad that he's living because some artists who rely on it are doomed. He would be honored to witness the death of DJs yelling over all the tunes. Chamillionaire boasts about his street smarts, referring to himself as Harvard Goon, and states that his mixtape Messiah 8 is what everyone assumes, but he advises them to scratch that and better take cover, dodge the boom.


Chamillionaire makes references to various popular figures while promoting his dominance. He compares his ability to "kill it" like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (former NFL quarterback convicted of animal cruelty). He proclaims himself as a Pharreal with the thing on his hip, a pusha and a malice, and he lets everyone know that he has got two Clipse. Chamillionaire taunts that he could take someone's house and have their kitchen on bricks. He expresses that his money is never split and that he could afford a hundred-thousand-dollar Benz but prefers the faster Cadillac. The rapper does not shy away from flaunting his wealth and power, and he ends the first verse by emphasizing his skill to make money quickly.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I heard that Auto-Tune is no longer in favor and people are done using it


I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
I'm happy that I'm still successful and relevant while some others are on their way down


Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored to
I wouldn't mind being remembered as one of the greats, even if I'm not here anymore


Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes
I'm tired of DJs ruining good songs by talking over them


Thought he was the man but that boy a coon
Someone who thought they were cool turned out to be not as great as they thought


And I'm so street smart they call me "Harvard Goon"
I might be street-smart but I'm educated too


Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all assume
People think they know what I'm up to but they're wrong


But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah) [explosion]
Actually, be prepared for what's coming because it's going to make a big impact


Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?) Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick
I need to perform at my best like Michael Vick and make them forget my past mistakes


I'm so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep)
I'm so cool with my gun that some may even confuse me with Pharrell Williams


Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
I have two guns like the rap duo Clipse's name


Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish I'd take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
If you're really asking for trouble, I could retaliate and leave your house in ruins


No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah) Pullin my money and it's never no splits
I won't be fooled or conned out of my money


Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster
I don't just own nice cars but calling myself a 'slave master' shows the extent of my wealth


(College) dropout like I never heard Asher I don't need your opinion if I ain't ask ya
I don't need your approval or criticism if I didn't specifically ask for it


Make 'em remember they asthma Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
I want to be so impressive that people are struggling to catch their breath and women want to get physical with me


Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for? Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska
Calm down and stop trying to hide from the drop, and if you're looking for something expensive, this is the best place to find it


(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss stacks (yep) Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)
I'm in love with my money and not interested in sharing it unless it's worth it


Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha)
I'm so influential that I could make your mom fall for me and still have time to play a silly phone game


King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
I'm the best at making mixtapes, and soon enough I'm going to rule the rap scene and leave everyone else behind


Round of applause for ya if I get jacked I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
If you manage to steal from me, you should be proud of yourself, but be aware that my guns will start firing


Everytime they see me, they just call me "hachoo" 'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
My verses are so good that people can't help but sneeze in response


Every stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
Every bundle of cash I collect is as thick as a hearty pasta sauce, and when I pull up in my luxurious car, people know it's me


True, I just want my clout to last And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
I want people to keep talking about me and keep making money with as little time wasted as possible


Promise my vault is like Alcatraz Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out with cash
I promise that my money is secure and anyone who tries to steal it won't be able to get away with anything


Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?) And her son, I'm the man with funds (funds)
I have so much money that I could get Pamela Anderson and her son to invest in me


Give me your account, let me manage one I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage done
If you let me manage your money, I'm going to use all of it and leave nothing behind


Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner
I'm making it clear that I don't want anyone infringing on my territory, and $100,000 is only enough for a big dinner, not a life-changing amount of money


Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla
I'm not just showing off with my fancy car, I'm actually making money quickly and easily




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