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    One Beer 59o27

    MF Doom 25661d


    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

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