Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butter King Jewels, artist - Madvillain. Album song Madvillainy 2: The Madlib Remix, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Butter King Jewels |
Check 'em out, check 'em out |
Check 'em out, check 'em out |
Check 'em out, check 'em out |
Check 'em out, check 'em out |
Once again… |
Ready to test |
You’ve got power, go easy at first |
Control on, how’s that |
So far, so good |
Turn on the suction pumps |
Pumps on, stand by |
It’s working, it’s blowing in nodules |
«If they like me they should go out and buy my records, if they don’t like me |
they shouldn’t buy my records» |
«'Scuse me, I gotta tie my shoe now» |
«Are you rolling?» |
«Don't roll, don’t roll, I gotta tie my shoe» |
«Are we almost through?» |
«Why, don’t you like to make records?» |
«Uh…» |
«As soon as you get your shoe tied, we’ll roll it» |
«You rolling?!» |
«Haha» |
«Bastards» |
«Are you rolling?!» |
«ARE YOU ROLLING!?» |
«Are you rolling?» |
Now ladies and gentlemen, to bring to the floor |
A record that was so dirty, so rough |
This is the type of record that you would take a |
Take two |
The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool |
The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool |
Uttering butter king jewels |
His mudda been cool |
Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool |
Made his chrome dome glisten |
At first he couldn’t tell she had a chromosome missin' |
Kept a spare somewhere |
In these underwear, he swear |
To helped her get the gum out her hair |
They need to get they thumb out they rears |
And show some skills the one time they come out in years |
Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow |
In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle |
Take your rattle and skadaddle |
Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle |
Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear |
He came with more rhymes than molecules in air |
Make that money |
Yeah! |
The track was like a thorn in his back |
As for the rhymes, I’ll give y’all fair warnin', it’s crack |
Whoever start smokin', come back |
Quit, or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack |
Sharper than a thumb tack |
His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple |
To him still it wasn’t so simple |
Kept his right and left hand beefin' |
One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin' |
But first, this song’ll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes |
Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip |
Before they put the system in and had it all stripped |
It ain’t no need to trip |
Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip |
Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer |
Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air |
'Cause when ya can’t get them food stamps and ya belly hungry |
Ya ain’t happy |
I ain’t never seen a hungry-happy motherfucker! |
We gon' get to meetin' on the way |
But before we get to meetin' on the way |
I got a special announcement to make |