Madvillain - Accordion lyrics

Living 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 gunfight and they come to cut the mixmaster
IC-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee 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 half
Half of his niggas'll take
Him out the picture
The other half is rich and
It 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: "Aw, 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 clapping
If nobody ain't hear it?
And can they testify from in the spirit?
(Nah) in living, the true gods
Giving y'all nothing but the
Lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh
Lord"s and he hold the mic and
Your attention like two swords
Either that or either one with
Two blades on it hey you
Don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
(Yuck) it's like the end to the means
Fuck type of message that
Sends to the fiends?
That's why he bring his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos
Cheetos or Fritos slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to
Playing yourself like accordion

When he at the mic, you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no
Skinny legs like Joe Tex