Rhinestone Cowboy

Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
 Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
 Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
 O's in tandem, anthem, random, tantrum
 Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry ask the dumb hottie
 Masked pump shotty, somebody stop me
 Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
 After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
 Watch the droptop papi
 Known as the grimy limey, slimy - try me, blimey
 Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
 Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree
 We rock the house like rock 'n roll
 Got more soul than a sock with a hole
 Set the stage with a goal
 To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
 Overthrow 'em like throwing rover a biscuit
 A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic
 Let go his dick if that's the case
 Rats, what a waste there's more cats to chase
 Dogs, he got it like new powers
 Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
 Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
 Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub"
 Well, since you ask kindly
 Where he been behind the mask, who can't find me?
 You're blind
 In the wine zone leave ya mind blown
 When he shine with the 9, he's a rhinestone... cowboy
 No no no no enough
 Goony goo goo loony cuckoo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue
 But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
 Hell, could hardly tell
 Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell
 It speaks well of the hyper base
 Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
 Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
 At least a track list in bold print typeface
 Stopped for a year
 Come back with thumb tacks, pop full of beer
 We're hip hop sharecroppers
 Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
 He's in this for the quiche
 You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche?
 Oh, my aching hands
 From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
 Villain—his smile stuns ya chick
 While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks
 You heard it on the radio, tape it
 Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit
 Raw lyrics—he smells 'em like a hunch
 The same intuition that tells him "spike the punch"
 Curses, we's truly the worsest
 With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes
 Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask
 He said you bet your sweet ass
 It's made of fine chrome alloy
 Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy
 
 Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
 Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
 Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
 O's in tandem, anthem, random, tantrum
 Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry ask the dumb hottie
 Masked pump shotty, somebody stop me
 Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
 After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
 Watch the droptop papi
 Known as the grimy limey, slimy - try me, blimey
 Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
 Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree
 We rock the house like rock 'n roll
 Got more soul than a sock with a hole
 Set the stage with a goal
 To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
 Overthrow 'em like throwing rover a biscuit
 A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic
 Let go his dick if that's the case
 Rats, what a waste there's more cats to chase
 Dogs, he got it like new powers
 Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
 Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
 Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub"
 Well, since you ask kindly
 Where he been behind the mask, who can't find me?
 You're blind
 In the wine zone leave ya mind blown
 When he shine with the 9, he's a rhinestone... cowboy
 No no no no enough
 Goony goo goo loony cuckoo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue
 But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
 Hell, could hardly tell
 Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell
 It speaks well of the hyper base
 Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
 Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
 At least a track list in bold print typeface
 Stopped for a year
 Come back with thumb tacks, pop full of beer
 We're hip hop sharecroppers
 Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
 He's in this for the quiche
 You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche?
 Oh, my aching hands
 From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
 Villain—his smile stuns ya chick
 While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks
 You heard it on the radio, tape it
 Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit
 Raw lyrics—he smells 'em like a hunch
 The same intuition that tells him "spike the punch"
 Curses, we's truly the worsest
 With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes
 Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask
 He said you bet your sweet ass
 It's made of fine chrome alloy
 Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy
 
 Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
 Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
 Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
 O's in tandem, anthem, random, tantrum
 Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry ask the dumb hottie
 Masked pump shotty, somebody stop me
 Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
 After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
 Watch the droptop papi
 Known as the grimy limey, slimy - try me, blimey
 Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
 Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree
 We rock the house like rock 'n roll
 Got more soul than a sock with a hole
 Set the stage with a goal
 To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
 Overthrow 'em like throwing rover a biscuit
 A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic
 Let go his dick if that's the case
 Rats, what a waste there's more cats to chase
 Dogs, he got it like new powers
 Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
 Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
 Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub"
 Well, since you ask kindly
 Where he been behind the mask, who can't find me?
 You're blind
 In the wine zone leave ya mind blown
 When he shine with the 9, he's a rhinestone... cowboy
 No no no no enough
 Goony goo goo loony cuckoo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue
 But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
 Hell, could hardly tell
 Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell
 It speaks well of the hyper base
 Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
 Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
 At least a track list in bold print typeface
 Stopped for a year
 Come back with thumb tacks, pop full of beer
 We're hip hop sharecroppers
 Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
 He's in this for the quiche
 You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche?
 Oh, my aching hands
 From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
 Villain—his smile stuns ya chick
 While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks
 You heard it on the radio, tape it
 Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit
 Raw lyrics—he smells 'em like a hunch
 The same intuition that tells him "spike the punch"
 Curses, we's truly the worsest
 With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes
 Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask
 He said you bet your sweet ass
 It's made of fine chrome alloy
 Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy