Gazzillion Ear

[Part I] [Intro] "Villain!" [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin' the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan He rest when he's ashes Ask 'em after ten miles in his galoshes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed to know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough, it's horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess For ten K's, he'll cave a chicken chest S Yes, y'all, the dub will get you trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels But, tut-tut, he 'bout to change the price again It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, have 'em shrillin' in fear And won't stop top illin' 'til he a gazillionaire Grillin' stare, yeah, your boy had drama Got 'em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand-new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told 'em, "Firing pins was separate" He find out later when he tries to go and rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged in advance to translate it and ignored her, sorta One monkey don't stop no slaughter A junkie wanna cop a quarter-ton, run for the border Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill Flow skill, still, there's no thrill Fill a billion 10K bills in his pillow Villain, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with… [Outro: MF DOOM] Dilla, Dilla [Part II] [Intro: MF DOOM] Mix, mix, mix [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick Sketch lyric, bet your bottom nick' on some vic' Ick from the drumstick come with the dumb schtick Sick slick, hidden in a book The only way they find it if it's spitten in a hook Listen, don't look now, keep walkin' Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' Hawk men stalkin' hear that we hawkin' often Cough into a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then He's like Worf, some say stronger though Off the top, Jay Strongbow, play along bro Wear a mask like yo, off The Gong Show Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro For your info when he's not practicin' Jim Crow Or actressing some nympho bimbo He's playin' Ray J, the old tape DOOM—well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape Fill it to the rim like brim Villain and you won't find him in no gym Probably a foggy bog with the frogs With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log Half cocked and half baked Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake My mistake, sign a track agreement For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement In any event, it's fake like wrestlin' Get 'em like Jake The Snake on mescalines Ahem—elixir for the dry throat, tried to hit the high note Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote By remote, send in the meat wagon Braggin' MCs packed in with they feets draggin' These stats are staggerin' Had his Ph.D in indiscreet street hagglin' [Part III] [Verse 3: MF DOOM] Villain, his agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here It's not meant for the seein' Went through the ceilin' after enterin' his center bein' A new meanin' to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof It's the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam when Ernest goes to camp For the right earn, na'mean? Like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy Crickets He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off sickly lyrics One man's waste is another man's soap Son's fanbase know the brother-man's dope A real weirdo with a bugged, rare flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought niggarish Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish Black licorice and equally as yucky How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the Hadron Collider And cost more, it be seemin' like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile Smile (ding!) Sparklin' jewels In effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules Fools, the roach was never dead Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head Instead, it was depicted as flicked in Split, the wick's lit (Can you dig it?) [Outro: Challenge of the Superfriends] "We have got to try and find Doom!" "Good luck!"