Butter King Jewels - Madvillain, Madlib, MF DOOM

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Check 'em out, check 'em out

Check 'em out, check 'em out

Check 'em out, check 'em out

Once again…

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»

«Bastards»

«Are you rolling?!»

«ARE YOU ROLLING!?»

«Are you rolling?»

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

The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool

The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool

Uttering butter king jewels

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 skills 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

Make that money

Yeah!

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

'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 motherfucker!

We gon' get to meetin' on the way

But before we get to meetin' on the way

I got a special announcement to make