Avalanche Lyrics - Madvillain

[Verse: MF DOOM] 

I'd like to start off by thanking our sponsor 

For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster 

Along with my partner who's a bro of few words 

We did this research for true nerds and two birds 

Piano; do a show, same time watch it 

And guaranteed to give 'em more than just hock spit 

MC extraordinaire, technique sort of rare 

Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week more to share 

From the most retarded-est artists this year and forever 

Villain 'nem, ya mean big brothers love ya 

Definitely felonies, telling me 

Treacherously MC, yelling B, set 'em free 

Let me see, that strategy's misleading 

G's all in the freezer with the batteries and Z-Rims 

He, him stalked the concrete with bunion 

And won't hurt corns when it's on like the stun gun 

*tsssst* Not so shocking 

Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxing 

Debunk punks with a stock flow 

And make them funky fresh with no socks for hocko 

Madvillain been as high as Kathmandu 

And tilted to the side like that fat man's shoe 

Look, not to give a mixed signal 

The rap game got more toys than Kris Kringle 

And he's fake, yer ears is not deceiving 

I can't believe my eyeballs no more than "Steveland" 

No wonder, OMFG 

Snuck him like an unexpected blow from a lefty 

Caught me, almost shot an eye out 

Felt good though, even with the cotton dry mouth 

Time out 

Okay, time back in 

Never seen a living human being with black skin 

What's crackin'? Besides smoking trees and wheezing 

For no reason working like a broken tetrahedron 

He get paid and get even 

Building 

Still get mad when it's time to get v-vanilla 

They thought the Don had gone silent 

And since deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence 

Don't make him have to skip some classes 

And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the fastness 

Cut the raw melatonin put a little more in 

Strip club full of whores and grown men snoring 

Keep the block sown like Thread and Bobbin Bonus 

And make sure the seeds know they'd never ever own this 

Beat a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue 

Get a portion off the proceeds for the shoe 

No need to bleed if there's no pig to do 

Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo 

Blew a wad on a platinum card debit 

Come back broke as hell ask the god for credit 

Dead it