Money Folder (12″ Remix) Madvillain

(Cut)
The villain took on many forms..

(MF DOOM)
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 thirst bone
Rock it to a worse clone, just don't curse the throne
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
The underhanded ran it, 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 can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like Madlib, did the old jazz standard

(Jazz break)

Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off of two or three heinies, and boy was they fine gee
One black, one Spanish, one chinee
It 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 and 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 odd as a RuPaul
So raw break it down and make quadruple
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil