MF DOOM - All Outta Ale lyrics

One more beer and I'll take you all
All of you

Banned from all bars
The man with seven scars

Smack it up, flip it, pulled out
'bout to fell
Sunday in the ATL and I'm all outta ale
Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail
Mutt drinkin out a pail
Who let the rat out the cell?
Got all the ingredients and recipe
Might as well
Since last week, the bootlegger been in jail
If all else fail, inhale the L
Makin' sure they can't see your
Sale via snail mail
Mind like a sewer, servin' rhyme on a skewer
DOOM'll step to a fine dime like he knew her
"My black sister!" She said
"Step back!" before he kissed her
She did the dipper and the
Smack just missed her there go a list of
Politics like Henry Kissinger
99% of rap's just a friendly listener
I'm like, "These dudes must have some screws
Loose to hate y'all"
Or a couple of ounces short
Of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball
Y'all know it's time for the
End when the day come buy a album
Get rudely insulted over fake drums
Same CDs you get for free, you break 'em
Wa-alaikum, make 'em eat they
Food like Steak-umm why she wanna ask me if
I could pass the paprika?
One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker
Every week or so, peeked out the lab though
Eureka! A technique to keep somethin'
Uniquer in ya speaker
For yo' information, I didn't do the beat
Y'all it ain't my fault if she didn't
Move her feet at all
Skeeter, robbed Peter to pay Paul
So he could trick it on Mary
So she can play ball

She better have my skrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive
Will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast and make
You haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holy moly
Did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me
Whoever don't feel him
Feel balls like a goalie

One for the money, two for the better green
3, 4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
Told the knock-kneed ghetto queen
"Get the head fiend"
Tell him it's from Medellin
And use oxyacetylene
Who needs airplay? It's all just hearsay
Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day
Miracle glide master
Asked him what's his secret
He said, "Shasta
It turns to formaldehyde faster"
When I'm home with my lady
I try to duke her daily one night
She tried to flail me with her ukulele
Pack your heat
The Villain on the cover of Black Beat
With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat

They better have my skrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive
Will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast and make
You haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holy moly
Did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me