Rhinestone Cowboy

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