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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
Freddie Hubbard
Freddie Hubbard
Sampled Artist
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

The villain took on many forms Let he who is without sin cast the first stone After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known That I have your boom blown or even thirst bone Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go So he can bring it to you live in 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 can handle a style so rancid They flipped it like matted, did the old jazz standard Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly Off a two or three Heines, and boy was they fine gee One Black, one Spanish, one Chiney It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree Don't sign me, I'm about to get a mil' without 'em Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him? So and he's a jerk, and you don't know him Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em Poor guys what a cypha moreso 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'll waste it on somethin' useful Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey Keep it low-key, known to pull a 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 gotta wonder, do she come with knee pads? What a call, what a real butterball Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball Rock it like, yeah, for the four With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl Yeah, y'all you could say it's an earful Beware, do not touch mic, be careful And just like he said, I coulda told ya MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder It's ain't funny nigga Money Folder The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled With notorious world takeover schemes And the most magnificent gadgets imaginable Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed doom This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion Such was the magnitude of the typical villain This is no answer Very well then, a duel to the death
Writer(s): Otis Lee Jr. Jackson, Daniel Dumile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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