MF Doom - One Beer lyrics

I get no kick from champagne

Their alcohol doesn't

thrill me at all

So tell me why shouldn't it be

true

I get a kick out of brew

[MF Doom]

There

is only one beer left

Rappers screaming all in our ears like

we're deaf

Tempt me

Do a number on the

label

Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under

the table like

It's on me

Put it on my tab

kid

However you get there

Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse

it

You leaving on your face forfeit

I crush the mic hold

it like the heat he might toss it

Told him tell they stole

it

He told her he lost it

She told him get off it, and a

bunch other more shit

Getting money

DT's be getting

no new leads

It's like he eating watermelon stay

spitting new seeds

It's da weed give me some of what

he's drooping off

Soon as he wake up choking like it

was whooping cough

The group been soft

First hour at the

open bar and their trooping off

He went to go laugh and get

some head by the side road

She asked him to autograph her

dareair

It read to wide load this yard bird taste like fried

toad

Turned love villain

Take pride and code

words

Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold

heart

Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old

fart

Study how to eat to dine by the pizza guy

No

he's not to fly to skeet in a skezzers eye

And squeeze

her thigh

Maybe giver her curves a feel

And the same way

she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel

They call him

super when they need their back or plumbing fixed

Powers

only one left the pack comes in six

Whatever happened to two

and three

A hood tried to slide with four and five and got

caught

Like what you doing G

Don't make 'em

have to get cutting like truancy

Matter fact not for nothing

right now you and me

Looser than a pair of adidas

I hope

you bought your spare tweeters

MC's sound like

cheerleaders

Rapping and dancing like Red Head

Kingpin

Dude can't do his thing again no matter how be

blinging

You do it for the smelly hubbies

Seeds know

what time it is like it's time for tellie tubbies

Few

can do it even fewer can sell it

Take it from the dude who

wears mask like a tarded helmet

He plots shows like

robberies

In and out

One, two, three, no bodies

please

Run the cash and you won't get a wet

sweatshirt

The mic is the shootie nobody move nobody get

hurt

Bring heat like the boy I'm going to war

Came

in the door, and everybody on the floor

A whole string of

jobs like we are on tour

Everynight on the score coming to

your corner store