One Beer Lyrics - Mf Doom

[MF Doom] 

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 

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[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 

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