Karaoké Accordion Madvillain

Livin' off borrowed time

The clock ticks 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 mix master

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

If I have 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 clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from in the spirit

In livin' the true gods

Givin' y'all nothin' 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 either 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

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 playin' yourself like accordion

When he at the mic you don't go next

Leavin' 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