Lyrics Interlude - Madvillain
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
to
you
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
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