Rhinestone Cowboy Lyrics
| Song | Rhinestone Cowboy |
| Artist | Madvillain |
| Album | Four Tet & Koushik Remixes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hold the cold one like he old the cold gun | |
| Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun | |
| Hold my flow for ransom flows is handsome | |
| Hoes is tandem, anthem, random, tantrum | |
| Phantom of the grand ol' Opry ask your dumb hottie | |
| Mask pump shotties somebody stop me | |
| Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy | |
| After rocking parties leave the party in a jalopy | |
| Watch the drop top poppy | |
| Known as the grimy limey, slimy try me blimey | |
| Certainly sma*******ng in a fa*******on that's timely | |
| Madvillain dash in a beat rhyme crime spree | |
| Who rock the house like rock and roll | |
| Got more soul than a sock with a hole | |
| Set the stage with a goal | |
| Or have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole | |
| Overthrow it like throwing over a biscuit | |
| A lot of ******* think he overly showmanistic | |
| Let go his **** if that's the case | |
| Rats want to waste, there's more cats to chase | |
| Dogs, we got to light new powers | |
| Woke up broke, spit *******t, few hours | |
| Sheesh, been unleashed since the Greek club | |
| Have the fans saying please make me a dove | |
| Well, since you asked kindly | |
| Where you been behind the mask you can't find me | |
| Ya, blind in the wine zone leave ya mind blown | |
| When he *******ne with the nine, he's a Rhinestone Cowboy | |
| Gooney, goo, goo, loony, coo, coo like new off | |
| Who knew the mask out of new school | |
| Hell could hardly tell, having to tighten it up | |
| Like the drells of Artry Vells | |
| Speaks well of the hyper base | |
| Wasn't even tweaked and addicted to cyberspace | |
| Couldn't wait for the snipes to place | |
| At least the track listing old print type face | |
| Stopped for a year, come back with thumbtacks | |
| Popped full of beer with hip hop sharecroppers | |
| Used to wear flip-flops, now rare gear coppers | |
| He's in it for the quiche might as well not ask for free *******t capice | |
| Oh, my aching hands from raking in grands | |
| And breaking in mic stands villain | |
| The styles stun your chicks | |
| While he put himself in his shoes, run your kicks | |
| You heard it on the radio tape it | |
| Play in your stereo your crew will go ape *******t | |
| Raw lyrics, he smells it like a hunch | |
| The same intuition that tells him spike the punch | |
| Curses, he's truly the worstest with enough rhymes | |
| That spread throughout the boundless universes | |
| Let the beat blast, hold him with the mask | |
| Said, ‽You bet your sweet ass†| |
| Made of the fine chrome alloy | |
| Find him on the grind he is the Rhinestone Cowboy |
| Hold the cold one like he old the cold gun | |
| Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun | |
| Hold my flow for ransom flows is handsome | |
| Hoes is tandem, anthem, random, tantrum | |
| Phantom of the grand ol' Opry ask your dumb hottie | |
| Mask pump shotties somebody stop me | |
| Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy | |
| After rocking parties leave the party in a jalopy | |
| Watch the drop top poppy | |
| Known as the grimy limey, slimy try me blimey | |
| Certainly sma ng in a fa on that' s timely | |
| Madvillain dash in a beat rhyme crime spree | |
| Who rock the house like rock and roll | |
| Got more soul than a sock with a hole | |
| Set the stage with a goal | |
| Or have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole | |
| Overthrow it like throwing over a biscuit | |
| A lot of think he overly showmanistic | |
| Let go his if that' s the case | |
| Rats want to waste, there' s more cats to chase | |
| Dogs, we got to light new powers | |
| Woke up broke, spit t, few hours | |
| Sheesh, been unleashed since the Greek club | |
| Have the fans saying please make me a dove | |
| Well, since you asked kindly | |
| Where you been behind the mask you can' t find me | |
| Ya, blind in the wine zone leave ya mind blown | |
| When he ne with the nine, he' s a Rhinestone Cowboy | |
| Gooney, goo, goo, loony, coo, coo like new off | |
| Who knew the mask out of new school | |
| Hell could hardly tell, having to tighten it up | |
| Like the drells of Artry Vells | |
| Speaks well of the hyper base | |
| Wasn' t even tweaked and addicted to cyberspace | |
| Couldn' t wait for the snipes to place | |
| At least the track listing old print type face | |
| Stopped for a year, come back with thumbtacks | |
| Popped full of beer with hip hop sharecroppers | |
| Used to wear flipflops, now rare gear coppers | |
| He' s in it for the quiche might as well not ask for free t capice | |
| Oh, my aching hands from raking in grands | |
| And breaking in mic stands villain | |
| The styles stun your chicks | |
| While he put himself in his shoes, run your kicks | |
| You heard it on the radio tape it | |
| Play in your stereo your crew will go ape t | |
| Raw lyrics, he smells it like a hunch | |
| The same intuition that tells him spike the punch | |
| Curses, he' s truly the worstest with enough rhymes | |
| That spread throughout the boundless universes | |
| Let the beat blast, hold him with the mask | |
| Said, You bet your sweet ass | |
| Made of the fine chrome alloy | |
| Find him on the grind he is the Rhinestone Cowboy |
| Hold the cold one like he old the cold gun | |
| Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun | |
| Hold my flow for ransom flows is handsome | |
| Hoes is tandem, anthem, random, tantrum | |
| Phantom of the grand ol' Opry ask your dumb hottie | |
| Mask pump shotties somebody stop me | |
| Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy | |
| After rocking parties leave the party in a jalopy | |
| Watch the drop top poppy | |
| Known as the grimy limey, slimy try me blimey | |
| Certainly sma ng in a fa on that' s timely | |
| Madvillain dash in a beat rhyme crime spree | |
| Who rock the house like rock and roll | |
| Got more soul than a sock with a hole | |
| Set the stage with a goal | |
| Or have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole | |
| Overthrow it like throwing over a biscuit | |
| A lot of think he overly showmanistic | |
| Let go his if that' s the case | |
| Rats want to waste, there' s more cats to chase | |
| Dogs, we got to light new powers | |
| Woke up broke, spit t, few hours | |
| Sheesh, been unleashed since the Greek club | |
| Have the fans saying please make me a dove | |
| Well, since you asked kindly | |
| Where you been behind the mask you can' t find me | |
| Ya, blind in the wine zone leave ya mind blown | |
| When he ne with the nine, he' s a Rhinestone Cowboy | |
| Gooney, goo, goo, loony, coo, coo like new off | |
| Who knew the mask out of new school | |
| Hell could hardly tell, having to tighten it up | |
| Like the drells of Artry Vells | |
| Speaks well of the hyper base | |
| Wasn' t even tweaked and addicted to cyberspace | |
| Couldn' t wait for the snipes to place | |
| At least the track listing old print type face | |
| Stopped for a year, come back with thumbtacks | |
| Popped full of beer with hip hop sharecroppers | |
| Used to wear flipflops, now rare gear coppers | |
| He' s in it for the quiche might as well not ask for free t capice | |
| Oh, my aching hands from raking in grands | |
| And breaking in mic stands villain | |
| The styles stun your chicks | |
| While he put himself in his shoes, run your kicks | |
| You heard it on the radio tape it | |
| Play in your stereo your crew will go ape t | |
| Raw lyrics, he smells it like a hunch | |
| The same intuition that tells him spike the punch | |
| Curses, he' s truly the worstest with enough rhymes | |
| That spread throughout the boundless universes | |
| Let the beat blast, hold him with the mask | |
| Said, You bet your sweet ass | |
| Made of the fine chrome alloy | |
| Find him on the grind he is the Rhinestone Cowboy |
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