| 歌曲 | All Caps |
| 歌手 | Madvillain |
| 专辑 | Madvillainy |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dumile, Jackson | |
| So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty | |
| Having me daily told the people | |
| "You can call me 'Your Majesty'" | |
| Keep your battery charged | |
| You know it won't stick, yo | |
| And it's not his fault you kick slow | |
| Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow | |
| Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go | |
| And you know I know that's a bunch of snow | |
| The beat is so butter | |
| Peep the slow cutter | |
| As he utters the calm flow (Yo mutha) | |
| Don't talk about my moms, yo | |
| Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow | |
| And vice versa | |
| Whip up a slice of nice verse pie | |
| Hit it on the first try | |
| Villain: The Worst Guy | |
| Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses | |
| Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses | |
| And he won't stop 'till he got the masses | |
| An' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses | |
| Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo | |
| Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo | |
| It's ugly, like look at you! It's a damn shame | |
| Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name | |
| And you know it like a poet, like baby doll | |
| I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball | |
| All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged | |
| And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig | |
| Allegedly, the investigation is still ongoing | |
| In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin' | |
| The pot doubles, now they really got troubles | |
| Madman never go *pop*!, like snot bubbles |
| zuo qu : Dumile, Jackson | |
| So nasty that it' s probably somewhat of a travesty | |
| Having me daily told the people | |
| " You can call me ' Your Majesty'" | |
| Keep your battery charged | |
| You know it won' t stick, yo | |
| And it' s not his fault you kick slow | |
| Should' ve let your trick ' ho chick hold your sick glow | |
| Plus nobody couldn' t do nothin' once he let the brick go | |
| And you know I know that' s a bunch of snow | |
| The beat is so butter | |
| Peep the slow cutter | |
| As he utters the calm flow Yo mutha | |
| Don' t talk about my moms, yo | |
| Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow | |
| And vice versa | |
| Whip up a slice of nice verse pie | |
| Hit it on the first try | |
| Villain: The Worst Guy | |
| Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses | |
| Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses | |
| And he won' t stop ' till he got the masses | |
| An' show ' em what they know now through flows of hot molasses | |
| Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo | |
| Took a few minutes to convince the average bugaboo | |
| It' s ugly, like look at you! It' s a damn shame | |
| Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name | |
| And you know it like a poet, like baby doll | |
| I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball | |
| All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged | |
| And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig | |
| Allegedly, the investigation is still ongoing | |
| In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin' | |
| The pot doubles, now they really got troubles | |
| Madman never go pop!, like snot bubbles |
| zuò qǔ : Dumile, Jackson | |
| So nasty that it' s probably somewhat of a travesty | |
| Having me daily told the people | |
| " You can call me ' Your Majesty'" | |
| Keep your battery charged | |
| You know it won' t stick, yo | |
| And it' s not his fault you kick slow | |
| Should' ve let your trick ' ho chick hold your sick glow | |
| Plus nobody couldn' t do nothin' once he let the brick go | |
| And you know I know that' s a bunch of snow | |
| The beat is so butter | |
| Peep the slow cutter | |
| As he utters the calm flow Yo mutha | |
| Don' t talk about my moms, yo | |
| Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow | |
| And vice versa | |
| Whip up a slice of nice verse pie | |
| Hit it on the first try | |
| Villain: The Worst Guy | |
| Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses | |
| Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses | |
| And he won' t stop ' till he got the masses | |
| An' show ' em what they know now through flows of hot molasses | |
| Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo | |
| Took a few minutes to convince the average bugaboo | |
| It' s ugly, like look at you! It' s a damn shame | |
| Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name | |
| And you know it like a poet, like baby doll | |
| I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball | |
| All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged | |
| And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig | |
| Allegedly, the investigation is still ongoing | |
| In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin' | |
| The pot doubles, now they really got troubles | |
| Madman never go pop!, like snot bubbles |