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Madvillain - Money Folder lyrics

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Money Folder by Madvillain

{The villain took on many forms}
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known
That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Rock it to a worst clone just don't curse the throne
On his own microphone bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stereo
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
The best, any who profess will be remanded
Yes sir, request permission to be candid, granted
I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like matted, did the old jazz standard
Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off a two or three Heines and boy was they fine gee
One Black, one Spanish, one Chiney
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without 'em
Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain and what about him?
So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
Poor guys, what a cypha moreso four eyes
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
All rise, so far art as a Rupple
So raw break it down and make quadruple
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
Like getting juiced off a deuce, deuce of cokey
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey dokey
Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey
Damn, he could really use a room or a whole key
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball?
Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Rock it like yeah, for the four
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Yeah, y'all you could say, it's an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said, I coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder, money folder
It's ain't funny nigga
Money folder
{The muscle bound karate expert
Concealed a razor edge
Which could lop the head off
Of a marble statue once propelled}
{With notorious world takeover schemes
And the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
It is explained by a more comedic villain}
{The bald headed, Doom
This villain rose to incredible new heights
Of money-making, revenge and extortion
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain
This is no answer, very well then, a duel to the death}

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