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Rhinestone Cowboy
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Hold the cold one like he hold the 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 old Opry ask the dumb hottie
Masked pumped shottie
Somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on the retarded hard copy
After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
Watch the droptop pop
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 it 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 shit in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the Glee club
Had your fam saying please make me a dub
Well, since you asked 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 nine
He's a rhinestone
Cowboy
Goony goo-goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu of 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 hyperbase
Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyperspace
Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
At least a track list in bold print typeface
Stopped for a year, come back with thumb tacks
Pop for a beer, we're hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops now rare gear coppers
He's in it for the quiche
You might as well not ask for more free shit, capiche?
Oh, my aching hands
From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
Villain his smile stuns your chick
Prolly put herself in your shoes, run your kicks
You heard it on the radio, tape it
Play it in your stereo, your crew will go ape shit
Raw lyrics, he smells them like a hunch
The same intuition that tells him who spiked the punch
Curses, he's truly the worstest
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
Its made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy
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