MF DOOM — Gazzillion Ear Thom Yorke Man on Fire Remix

[Verse 1] Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin' the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan He rest when he's ashes Ask 'em after ten miles in his galoshes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed to know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough, it's horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest thе fess For ten Ks, he'll cavе a chicken chest S Yes, y'all, the dub will get ya trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels But tut tut, he 'bout to change the price again It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, have 'em shrillin' in fear And won't stop top illin' 'til he a gazillionaire Grillin' stare, yeah, ya boy had drama Got 'em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told 'em, "Firing pins was separate" He find out later when he tries to go and rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged in advance to translate it and ignored it sorta One monkey don't stop no slaughter A junkie wanna cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill Flow skill, still, there's no thrill Fill a billion ten K bills in his pill'a Villa', when it gets realer, split the skrilla with- [Verse 2] Villain—his agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here It's not meant for the seein' Went through the ceilin' after enterin' his center bein' A new meanin' to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof It's the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam when Ernest goes to camp For the right earn, kna'mean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off sickly lyrics One man's waste is another man's soap Son's fanbase know the brotha man's dope A real weirdo with a bugged rare flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish Black licorice and equally as yucky How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the Hadron Collider And cost more, it be seemin' like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile Smile, ding! Sparklin' jewels In effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules Fools, the roach was never dead Live for a week then dehydrate with a severed head Instead, it was depicted as flicked in Split, the wicks lit [Outro] Villain VIllain