Rhinestone Cowboy
Madvillain Lyrics

Hold the cold one
Hold the beer can in his hand

Like he hold the old gun
Grip the gun as if it were an old friend

Like he hold the microphone
Hold the microphone as if commanding the stage

And stole the show for fun
Entertain the crowd with rhymes and wordplay

Or a foe for ransom
A force to be reckoned with

Flows is handsome
His rhymes are smooth and attractive

O's in tandem
His rhymes flow effortlessly and consistently

Anthem, random, tantrum
Lyrics cover a wide spectrum of emotions and topics

Phantom of the Grand Old Opry ask the dumb hottie
He's a mysterious figure in the world of music, asking questions to a naive woman

Masked pump shottee
He's a dangerous and armed figure hidden behind a mask

Somebody stop me
He's unstoppable in his rhyming and rapping

Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
He rarely makes mistakes in his writing and rapping

After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
He leaves the party in a beat-up car

Watch the droptop pop
Watch the convertible car's top go down

Known as the grimy limey slimy
He's known as the dirty British rapper

Try me blimey
Challenge him if you dare

Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
His rhymes are fashionable and trendy

Mad Villain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree
He's a fast and skilled rapper who commits crimes with his rhymes

We rock the house like rock 'n roll
He and his fellow rappers bring down the house with their music

Got more soul
He has more passion and energy than most

Than a sock with a hole
He's overflowing with soul

Set the stage with a goal
He's setting an example for other rappers to follow

To have the game locked in a cage
He wants to control the rap game

Getting shocked with a pole
He's willing to use violence to get what he wants

Overthrow like throwing rover a biscuit
Overthrowing the competition is as easy as throwing a dog a treat

A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic
Many women find him to be sexist and male-dominated

Let go his dick if that's the case
If that's why they dislike him, they should focus on other things

Rats, what a waste
Disappointment at the situation

More cats to chase
He has more important things to focus on

Dogs he got em like new powers
He has a lot of friends and followers, just like having superpowers

Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
He can create rhymes and rap quickly and easily

Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
He's been doing this since he was in school

Had your fam saying please make me a dub
His family and friends love his music and want more of it

Well, since you ask kindly
Since you asked nicely

Where he been behind the mask
Where he's been hiding while wearing his mask

Who can't find me?
He's difficult to track down

You're blind in the wine zone
You're too drunk to see clearly

Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9
He'll amaze and impress you with his talent

He's a rhinestone cowboy
He's a flashy and impressive rapper

Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu of New Zoo Review
He's crazy and silly, like the TV character Gary Gnu

But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
There's more to him than just the mask and his rhymes

Hell, could hardly tell
It's hard to notice or see

Had to tighten it up
He had to make some adjustments to himself or his mask

Like the Drells and Archie Bell
Like soul group Archie Bell and the Drells, known for their tight rhythm

It speaks well of the hyper bass
The bass music sounds good

Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
The music was so good, it got shared online without any modifications

Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
He was eager to release his music online

At least a track list in bold print typeface
He wanted to make sure people knew what songs were on the album

Stopped for a year
He took a break from making music

Come back with thumb tacks
He came back with new ideas and firm plans

Pop for the beer, we're hip hop sharecroppers
They make money from their music, but not as much as they should

Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
They used to be poor and wear casual clothing, now they can afford expensive clothes

He's in it for the quiche
He's in it for the money

You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche?
Don't expect a handout or freebies from him, got it?

Oh my aching hands
He works hard with his hands, causing them pain

From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands
He earns a lot of money from his music and performing

Villain--his smile stuns ya chick
His charming smile impresses women

While he puts himself in your shoes
He empathizes with his listeners

Run ya kicks
He's so impressive, he'll make you run out of your shoes in excitement

You heard it on the radio--tape it
Record his music when it's played on the radio

Play it in your stereo your crew'll go apeshit
Your friends and fans will go crazy for his music

Raw lyrics--he smells em like a hunch
He's naturally skilled at creating lyrics

The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch
He has a natural instinct for detecting things, like who added alcohol to the punch

Curses
Exclamation of disappointment or anger

He's truly the worst
He's the best at being the worst, or the worst at being the best

With enough rhymes to spread
He has many rhymes to share with the world

Throughout the boundless universes
His rhymes could reach all corners of the universe

Let the beat blast
Turn up the music and let it play loud

She told him wear the mask
Someone encouraged him to hide his true face with a mask

He said you bet your sweet ass
He's confident and sure of himself

Its made of fine chrome alloy
The mask is made of high-quality and impressive materials

Find him on the grind
He's constantly working hard to make music

He's the rhinestone cowboy
He's the flashy and impressive rapper once again