Boulder Holder

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
 After you, who's last? It's DOOM he's the worst known
 That'll have your boom blown or even or even thirst bone
 Rock it to a worse clone, just don't cure the throne
 On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
 So he bring it live in stere-ere-o (stereo)
 Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
 The underhanded ranted, planned it, and left him stranded
 The best, any who profess will be remanded
 Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
 I don't think we could handle a style so rancid
 He flipped it like Madlib did an old jazz stand in
 Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
 Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine G
 One Black, one Spanish, one Chinese
 He keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
 Don't sign me, I'm about to get a mil' without 'em
 Crowd him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him?
 So, eh, he's a jerk and you don't know him
 Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
 Poor guys, what a sight for old sore four eyes
 Now hook me with, two apple pies and a small fries
 All rise, so far art as a Rupple
 So raw break it down and make quadruple
 It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
 And this time when he get it he waste it on something useful
 Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
 Keep it lowkey, known to pull an okey-dokey
 Silly goose, DOOM is too jokey
 Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
 Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
 True that, she bad, I wonder do she come with knee pads
 What a call, what a real butterball
 Either I get a strike or strike out, gutter-ball
 Rock it like gear for the fall
 With nice inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
 Yeah y'all, you could say it's an ear-full
 Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
 And just like you said I could've told ya
 MF, the holder of a boulder, money folder
 Money folder