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, [bad word] Phantom of the Grand Old Opry ask the dumb hottie
Masked pump shottee
Somebody stop me [bad word] sloppy on a 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
Mad Villain 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 like throwing rover a viscuit
lot of [bad word] think he`s overly chauvanistic
Let go his [bad word] if that`s the case
Rats, what a waste
More cats to chase
Dogs he got `em like new powers
Woke up, wrote and spit the [bad word] in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
Had your fam saying please make me a dub
Well, since you ask kindly
Where he been behind the mask
Who can`t find me?
You`re blind in the wine zone
Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9
He`s a rhinestone...cowboy

Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review
But who knew the mask had a loose [bad word]  [bad word]  could hardly tell
Had to tighten it up
Like the Drells and Archie Bell
It speaks well of the hyper bass
Wasn`t even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
Couldn`t wait for the snipes to place
At least a track list in bold print typeface
Stopped for a [bad word] back with thumb tacks
Pop for the beer, we`re hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
He`s in this for the quiche
You might as well not ask for no free [bad word]  capiche?

Oh my aching hands
From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands
Villain-his smile stuns ya chick
While he puts himself in your [bad word] ya kicks
You heard it on the radio-tape it
Play it in your stereo your crew`ll go [bad word] Raw lyrics-he smells `em like a hunch
The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch

Curses
He`s [bad word] the worsest
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 [bad word] Its made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind
He`s the rhinestone...cowboy