Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gazzillion Ear, artist - MF DOOM.
Date of issue: 22.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gazzillion Ear |
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and |
Won’t stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand |
Tillin' the wasteland sands |
Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan |
He rest when he’s ashes |
Ask 'em 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, it show when his aura glow |
Get from out the row, when he get dough, it’s horrible |
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess |
For 10 K’s, he’ll cave a chicken chest S |
Yes, y’all, the dub will get ya 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 |
Grillin' stare, yeah, ya boy had drama |
Got 'em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma |
Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke |
Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke |
I thought I told 'em, «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 ignored it 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 10K bills in his pill’a |
Villa', when it gets realer, split the skrilla with- |
Dilla (Dilla) mix, mix, mix |
Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick |
Sketch lyric, bet’cha bottom nick on some vic |
Ick from the drumstick come with the dumb shtick |
Sick slick, hidden in a book |
The only way they find it if you’re spittin' in a hook |
Listen, don’t look now, keep walkin' |
Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' |
Hawk men stalkin' hear that we hawkin' often |
Coughin' to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then |
He’s like Worf, some say stronger though |
Off the top, Jay Strongbow, play along bro |
Wear a mask like yo, off The Gong Show |
Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro |
For ya info when he’s not practicin' Jim Crow |
A actress and some nympho bimbo |
He’s playin' Ray J, the old tape |
DOOM—well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape |
Fill it to the rim like brim |
Villain and ya won’t find him in no gym |
Probably a foggy bog with the frogs |
With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log |
Half cocked and half baked |
Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake |
My mistake, sign a track agreement |
For more G’s than lines and cracks in the cement |
In any event, it’s fake like wrestlin' |
Get 'em like Jake The Snake on mescalines |
Ahem, elixir for the dry throat |
Tried to hit the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote |
By remote, send in the meat wagon |
Braggin' MC’s packed in with they feets draggin' |
These stats are staggerin' |
Had his Ph. D in indiscreet street hagglin' |
Villain—his agenda is clear |
Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here |
It’s not meant for the seein' |
Went through the ceilin' after enterin' his center bein' |
A new meanin' to sales through the roof |
Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof |
It’s the return of the tramp |
Who do a duet jam when Ernest goes to camp |
For the right earn, kna’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 fanbase know the brotha man’s dope |
A real weirdo with a bugged rare flow |
And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow |
He wears a mask so the charge won’t grab |
On a rooftop with a large stone slab |
Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish |
Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish |
Black licorice and equally as yucky |
How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie |
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, 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 severed head |
Instead, it was depicted as flicked in |
Split, the wicks lit ( |
Can you dig it? |
We have got to try and find DOOM! |
Good luck! |