MF Doom, Jneiro Jarel, Dr. Who Dat? - GAZZILLION EAR - DR WHO DAT? REMIX

We on a beat journey, let's go Ayo 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 rests when he's ashes Ask him out for 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, his show and his aura glow Get from out the row when he get dough, it's horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest, profess The ten K's a cave of chicken chest-ess Yes, y'all, a dub'll get you strickles The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels But cut-cut, 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 Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga dope Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told him 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 ignore the 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 quill Fill a billion ten K pills in his pillar Villain wanna get driller, split the scrilla with Dilla 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 sales through the roof Guarantee raw as raw as truth is truth, 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 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 fan base know the brother man's dope A real weirdo with above rare 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 niggerish Refused to walk tight and got his off the 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 Hadron Collider And cost more, it be seemin' like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile Smile, bling, 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 flicted, split the wick's lit