Rhinestone Cowboy

Lyrics for Rhinestone Cowboy

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, tantrum Phantom of the grand old Opry ask the dumb hottie Masked pumped shottie Somebody stop me Hardly come sloppy on the 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 Madvillain 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 it like throwing Rover a biscuit A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic Let go his dick if that's the case Rats, what a waste There's more cats to chase Dogs, he got it like new powers Woke up, wrote and spit shit in a few hours Sheesh! Been unleashed since the Glee club Had your fam saying please make me a dub Well, since you asked kindly Where he been behind the mask Who can't find me? You're blind in the wine zone Leave your mind blown when he shine with the nine He's a rhinestone Cowboy Goony goo-goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu of New Zoo Revue But who knew the mask had a loose screw? Hell could hardly tell Had to tighten it up like the drells  and Archie Bell It speaks well of the hyperbase Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyperspace Couldn't wait for the snipes to place At least a track list in bold print typeface Stopped for a year, come back with thumb tacks Pop for a beer, we're hip hop sharecroppers Used to wear flip flops now rare gear coppers He's in it for the quiche You might as well not ask for more free shit, capiche? Oh, my aching hands From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands Villain his smile stuns your chick Prolly put herself in your shoes, run your kicks You heard it on the radio, tape it Play it in your stereo, your crew will go ape shit Raw lyrics, he smells them like a hunch The same intuition that tells him who spiked the punch Curses, he's truly the worstest 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 ass Its made of fine chrome alloy Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy