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 gazzillion grand |
| Tillin' the wasteland sands |
| Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan |
| He rest when he’s ashes |
| Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes |
| Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster |
| A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster |
| They supposed ta 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 to fess |
| From ten case a cave with chicken chest S |
| Yes ya’ll but don’t forget your trickles |
| The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels |
| But tut tut, he about to change the price again |
| It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen |
| Villain here, havin' one thrilling affair |
| It 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 a inbred skinhead a nigga joke |
| Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke |
| I thought I told em firing pins was separate |
| He find out later when he tries to go an rep it |
| Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah |
| Charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta |
| One monkey don’t stop no slaughta |
| A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border |
| Know the drill, it ain’t worth the overkill |
| Flow skill, still… there’s no thrill |
| Villain burn ya 10K bills in his villa |
| 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 stick |
| Sick slick, hid in a book |
| The only way they find it if it’s spittin in a hook |
| Listen, don’t look now, keep walkin' |
| Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' |
| Hawk men, stalkin', hit a weed, hawkin' often |
| Cough into a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then |
| He’s like Wharf, some say stronger though |
| Off the top J strong bow, 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 Jay 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 log |
| Half cocked and half baked |
| Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shaked |
| My mistake, silent track agreement |
| For more G’s than lines and cracks in the cement |
| In any event it’s fake like wrestlin' |
| Get em like Keak da Sneak on mescaline |
| Ahem, elixir for the dry throat |
| Tried to hit the high note. |
| Villain’s just 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 PHD in indiscreet street hagglin' |
| Villain, his agenda is clear |
| Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here |
| It’s not meant for the scene |
| Went through the celin' after enterin' his center bein' |
| A new meanin' to sales through the roof |
| Guaranteed raw and saw his truth is truth, proof |
| It’s the return of the tramp |
| Who’ll do a duet jam with Earnest Goes to Camp |
| For the right earn — knaa’mean like Vern |
| We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn |
| Jiminy crickets, he gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off simply lyrics |
| One mans waste is another mans soap |
| Sons fan base, know the brotha man’s dope |
| A real weirdo, with a bug rear 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 niggerous |
| Refuse to walk tight and got his off the figure’ish |
| Black licorice is equally as yucky |
| How he handle the money was strictly Dan Stucky |
| Monkey hustle, man on fire |
| Later for the date than the hadron collider |
| And cost more, if it’s seemin' like a style |
| DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile |
| Smile, ding! |
| Sparkling jewels, in effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules |
| Fools, the roach is never dead |
| Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head. |
| Instead. |
| It was depicted as Flik did |
| Split, the wick’s lit |