Accordion (Explicit) - Madvillain/Madlib/MF Doom

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 gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster

I-C-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 inner spirit

In living the true Gods

Giving 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

F**ked 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 playing

Yourself like accordion

When he at the mic you don't go next

Leaving p***y 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