Hold the cold 1 like he old the cold gun
Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
Hold my flow for ransom flows is handsome
Hoes is tandem, anthem, random, tantrum.
Phantom of the grand ole opry ask your dumb hottie
Mask pump shotties somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rocking parties leave the party in a jalopy
Watch the drop top poppy
Known as the grimy limey
Slimy try me blimey
Certainly smashing in a fashion that’s timely
Madvillain dash in a beat rhyme crime spree
Who rock the house like rock and roll
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
Or have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
Overthrow it like throwing over a biscuit
A lot of bitches think he overly showmanistic
Let go his dick if that’s the case
Rats want to waste
There’s more cats to chase
Dogs, we got to light new powers
Woke up broke, spit shit, few hours
Sheesh, been unleashed since the Greek club
Have the fans saying please make me a dove
Well, since you asked kindly
Where you been behind the mask you cant find me
Ya blind, in the wine zone leave ya mind blown
When he shine with the nine
He’s a rhinestone… cowboy


Gooney goo goo loony coo coo
Like new off who knew
The mask out of new school
Hell could hardly tell
Having to tighten it up like
The drells of artry vells
Speaks well of the hyper base
Wasn’t even tweaked and addicted to cyberspace
Couldn’t wait for the snipes to place
At least the track listing old print typeface
Stopped for a year,
Come back with thumbtacks popped full of beer
With hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip-flops
Now rare gear coppers
He’s in it for the quiche
Might as well not ask for free shit capice?
Oh, my aching hands
From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
Villain, the styles stun your chicks
While he put himself in his shoes, run your kicks
You heard it on the radio tape it
Play in your stereo your crew will go ape shit
Raw lyrics, he smells it like a hunch
The same intuition that tells him spike the punch
Curses, he’s truly the worstest
With enough rhymes that spread throughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast
Hold him with the mask, said, “You bet your sweet ass”
Made of the fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind he is the rhinestone cowboy