Money Folder

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    The villain took on many forms..

    Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
    After you who's last, it's doom, he's the worst known
    That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
    Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne
    On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
    So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
    Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
    The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
    The best, any who profess will be remanded
    Yes sir, request permission to be candid? granted
    I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
    They flipped it like matted, did the old jazz standard

    Don't mind me, i wrote this rhyme lightly
    Off a two or three heines, and boy was they fine gee
    One black, one spanish, one chiney
    It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
    Don't sign me i'm about to get a mil without em

    Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him
    So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
    Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
    Poor guys what a cypha moreso four eyes

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    Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
    All rise, so far art as a rupple
    So raw break it down and make quadruple
    It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
    And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
    Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
    Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
    Silly goose, doom is too jokey

    Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
    Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
    True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads
    What a call, what a real butterball
    Either i get a strike or strike out, gutterball
    Rock it like yeah for the four

    With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
    Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
    Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
    And just like he said, i coulda told ya
    Mf, the holder of a boulder, money folder

    It's ain't funny nigga
    Money folder

    The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
    Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
    With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
    Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
    It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed doom
    This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
    Such was the magnitude of the typical villain
    This is no answer!
    Very well then.... a duel to the death

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