MF Doom, Jneiro Jarel, David Andrew Sitek - GAZZILLION EAR - JNEIRO JAREL / DAVE SITEK REMIX

Villain man never ran with crows in his hand and Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand 'Til in the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceiling fan He rest when he's ashes Ask him 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, and stow in his aura glow Get from out the row when he get dough, it's horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest, confess The ten K's of caveman chicken chest S Yes, y'all, the dump gets 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 Grill and stare, yeah, your boy had drama Got him on a mental plane, avoided bad karma One soul of inbred skinhead and a ninja Plus a brand new chrome smoker when the triggers broke I thought I told him fire and 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 ten K bills in his pillar Villain when it gets realer, split the scrilla with Villa His agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, hear It's not meant for the seein' Went through the ceilin' after enterin' his center bein' A new meanin' to sails through the roof Guarantee raw as source truth is true proof It's the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam with Ernest Goes to Camp for the right earn Nah mean like burn We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy Crickets He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off Simply Lyrics One man's waste is another man's soap Son's fan base know the brother man's dope A real weirdo with a bug rear flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He was a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought Refused to walk tight and got his off of vigorous Black licorice and equally as yucky How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stucky Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the hat-drawin' Collider It 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 seven head instead It was depicted, inflicted, split the wick's lit