Gazzillion Ear (Dr. Who Dat? Remix / Instrumental)

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 galashes, 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 the fess

For ten K's, he'll cave a chicken chest S

Yes, y'all, the dub will get you 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, your 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 her, 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 10K bills in his pillow

Villain, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with

Dilla (Dilla) mix, mix, mix

Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick

Sketch lyric, bet your bottom nick' on some vic'

Ick from the drumstick come with the dumb schtick

Sick slick, hidden in a book

The only way they find it if it's spittin' in a hook

Listen, don't look now, keep walkin'

Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin'

Hawk men stalkin' hear that we hawkin' often

Coughin' to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then

He's like Worf, some say stronger though

Off the top, Jay Strongbow, play along, bro

Wear a mask like yo, off The Gong Show

Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro

For ya info when he's not practicin' Jim Crow

Or actressing some nympho bimbo

He's playin' Ray J, the old tape

DOOM, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape

Fill it to the rim like brim

Villain and ya won't find him in no gym

Probably a foggy bog with the frogs

With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log

Half cocked and half baked

Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake

My mistake, sign a track agreement

For more Gs than lines and cracks in the cement

In any event, it's fake like wrestlin'

Get 'em like Jake The Snake on mescalines

Ahem, elixir for the dry throat

Tried to hit the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote

By remote, send in the meat wagon

Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin'

These stats are staggerin'

Had his Ph.D in indiscreet street hagglin'

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, na'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 brother-man's dope

A real weirdo with a bugged, rare flow

And the way his hair grow as 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 wigs lit (can you dig it?)

We have got to try to find DOOM

Good luck