Madvillain - Avalanche Lyrics

Madvillain – Avalanche Lyrics

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
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 retardedest 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
Gs 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

Not so shocking
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxin’
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, his ears are 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 her 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
Still get mad when it’s time to get (???)
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 rolling 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’ll 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
The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie suit
Only if the ladies could see him they’d say it’s really cute
Thanks in advance
Don’t try to be cool now had ya chance
Rappers is Bagger Vance acting
Who need to fix they pants or get smacked by the Mac 10
Or 11, or both
Find Jesus, see the reverend take the oath
He moves his huge hands in the dark like fate
Waitin’ for the date to drop the tape like bait



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