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Accordion
Madvillain 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 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 at the mic, it's like the place get like ah, 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?

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
Fucked 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

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alfred Darlington, Daniel Thompson, Otis Jackson

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Hater

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 sh*t-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: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like aye, aye cap'n
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit (no)
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
F*cked 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 at the mic you don't go next
Even 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



Baloy Moises Rodriguez Colmenarez

I hate me a lot for not known MF DOOM before he died

What a underground legend

I never was so hooked about a rapper until now

"Madvillainy" is a awesome album, but in special this song has something, something sad, something amazing, something nostalgic, something... IDK what has this song

I feel like I want to die right now... But with a smile in my face.

RIP sweet legend, thanks for gift to us amazing lyrics and amazing projects



Tokyo Leafy

Lyrics: 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 sh*t-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: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like aye, aye cap'n
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit (no)
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
F*cked 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 at the mic you don't go next
Even 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



I Provide Lyrics

[Verse: 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 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
Fucked 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

[Outro: MF DOOM]
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



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Mistakia

Rip MF Doom.. 2020 the worst year ever

DNC 8

@Elliott W it was bad but not worse

just some chill music

he had such a big influence on my life he tought me some valubule lessons like on the track deep fried friends rip MF DOOM

mnd

homie was so underrated

Doug Vale

If 2020 was awful, 2021 is far worse

Jawwwp

Ma Bul that first line had no connection with doom at all

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Harry Young

song so good they named an instrument after it

AMV Gaming

@Ohronl Remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name.

brmbkl2015

@COMMENTING ACCOUNT stfu yourself. Letting standards slip is a good thing now? how you gonna be a DOOM fan and not know this? show the man some respect.

Cole Smith

God damn shit had be laughing

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