MF DOOM - One Beer lyrics

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew

There's 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 they emcees 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're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat
He might toss it
Told him tell 'em they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it
" and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon
Stay spitting new seeds it's the weed
Give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up
Choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar
And they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get
Some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere
It read: "To Wide Load
This yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain" take pride in 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 die by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to
Skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when
He flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they
Need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How is only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb 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 brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again
No matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is
Like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear
A 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 shotty: nobody move
Nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door
And "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score
Coming to your corner store

There, it is done
Now that the representative from
South Africa has been mind programmed
All of the world leaders on
Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow
In special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted: Master of the World
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?

Now you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin'
(Oh yeah, sure) uh, ladies und gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with
With great concern
That I must warn you, I, I you must listen
Many among you, have
Have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin’) dOOM, gosh
I wish I’d brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right
Lead head you’re weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized
We must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my)
What? Why, I’ll bend your
Read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What’s the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You’re nothing but a chicken head
(You overgrown granite head) Hold it