3 Dollars lyrics

[Intro: Dolemite]
...watch out- How much you pay to come in here? Three Dollars?

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Front row of the cat fight
Cash tight, write it up, flashlight, last night
Was a ball, lost a eye off the fly y'all
Bloody tab, he fell headfirst off the drywall
Ain't no thing but a chicken wing
It's like the quickening, quit your sickening bickering
Thing is kickin' in, the wick is flickerin'
The super muh'frickin' villain, wit'cha through thick and thin
Oh no, the beat is like go go and puff it
Except there ain't no pork and the beans up in the buffet
He ain't lyin', wreck infectious as a rat bite
Sent it as a beamed text message off the satellite
Reflect it like SolarBright
When he hold the mic, he run the mic like Dolemite
It don't match the decor
In doody-stained drawers, give a round of applause for Rudy Ray Moore

[Verse 2: Oh No]
Smell the p*ss on the restroom floor
No doors, whores testing the course
Need more three dollars on the tab with the cash
Easy stash, show off the ass get past faster than the avalanche
Hoes know this is quotable
Club thugs filling up the show tryna overdose
And the bouncers are haters
They act tight, and these drunk ass n*ggas always tryna fistfight
Ain't no wrong, tell 'em (that's right)
Then blow more smoke than a motorbike's tailpipe
Seen the villain chillin', had to pay a visit
Super human sh*t, raise the ceilin' while I raise a million
While I'm in the buildin' b*tches sittin' catching mixin' feelings
Like a bad case of intervention, straight ventin'
Cat fight still appealin' to my inner vision
Try to mack in the back during that intermission