Madvillain - Butter King Jewels lyrics

[Produced by Madlib] [Intro] Check 'em out, check 'em out Check 'em out, check 'em out Check 'em out, check 'em out Check 'em out, check 'em out Once again... [Skit] Ready to test You've got power, go easy at first Control on, how's that So far, so good Turn on the suction pumps Pumps on, stand by It's working, it's blowing in nodules "If they like me they should go out and buy my records, if they don't like me they shouldn't buy my records" "'Scuse me, I gotta tie my shoe now" "Are you rolling?" "Don't roll, don't roll, I gotta tie my shoe" "Are we almost through?" "Why, don't you like to make records?" "Uh..." "As soon as you get your shoe tied, we'll roll it" "You rolling?!" "Haha" "ba*tards" "Are you rolling?!" "ARE YOU ROLLING!?" "Are you rolling?" [Intro] Now ladies and gentlemen, to bring to the floor A record that was so dirty, so rough This is the type of record that you would take a [?] Take two [?] [Verse 1: MF DOOM] The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool Uttering bu*ter king j**els His mudda been cool Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool Made his chrome dome glisten At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin' Kept a spare somewhere In these underwear, he swear To helped her get the gum out her hair They need to get they thumb out they rears And show some sk**s the one time they come out in years Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle Take your rattle and skadaddle Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules in air [Interlude] [???] Make that money Yeah! [Verse 2: MF DOOM] The track was like a thorn in his back As for the rhymes, I'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack Whoever start smokin', come back Quit, or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack Sharper than a thumb tack His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple To him still it wasn't so simple Kept his right and left hand beefin' One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin' But first, this song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip Before they put the system in and had it all stripped It ain't no need to trip Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air [Outro] 'Cause when ya can't get them food stamps and ya belly hungry Ya ain't happy I ain't never seen a hungry-happy motherf**er! We gon' get to meetin' on the way But before we get to meetin' on the way I got a special announcement to make