Lyrics Rhinestone Cowboy (Instrumental) - Madvillain
"Great
stuff"
"Yeah,
this
is-,
this
is
good"
"Great
stuff"
"Ahh,
oh
yeah"
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
your
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
tracklist
in
bold
print
typeface
Stopped
for
a
year
Come
back
with
thumbtacks,
pop
full
of
beer
We're
hip-hop
sharecroppers
Used
to
wear
flip-flops,
now
rare
gear
coppers
He's
in
it
for
the
Quiché
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,
he'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
Sometimes
they
were
comedic,
or
relentlessly
horrifying
They
were
the
foes
of
society,
whether
fighting
the
local
sheriff,
or
a
secret
agent
Frequently
they
mirrored
our
times
The
gangster
villains
which
rival
real
newspaper
headlines
of
the
present
day
Collectively,
they
are
the
components
Which
have
fueled
nightmares
for
decades
to
come
The
villains
1 The Illest Villains
2 Meat Grinder
3 America's Most Blunted
4 Sickfit
5 Rainbows
6 Curls
7 Money Folder
8 Shadows of Tomorrow
9 Operation Lifesaver aka Mint Test
10 Figaro
11 Hardcore Hustle
12 Strange Ways
13 Fancy Clown
14 Eye / Supervillain Theme
15 All Caps (Instrumental)
16 Great Day
17 Rhinestone Cowboy (Instrumental)
18 Money Folder (remix)
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