Accordian Lyrics - Singles - Madvillain

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster 

That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster 

Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter 

A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster 

I C E cold, nice to be old 

Y2G steed twice to threefold 

He sold scrolls, lo and behold 

Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told 

Keep your glory, gold and glitter 

For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture 

The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta 

Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor 

Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare 

When he have the mic it's like the place get like, Oh yeah! 

It's like they know what's 'bout to happen 

Just keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain 

Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it 

And can they testify from inner spirit 

In living, the true gods 

Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads 

Got more lyrics than the church got, Ooh Lords 

And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords 

Or even one with two blades on it 

Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it 

It's like the end to the means 

Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends 

That's why he brings his own needles 

And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos 

Slip like Freudian 

Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion 

When he had the mic you don't go next 

Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex 

Exercise index won't need Boflex 

And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex