One Beer by MF DOOM

Madlib

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    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 yardbird taste like fried toad turd
    Love, Villain, take pride in code words
    Crooked eye mode, 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 him 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?

    [John Jameson]
    Now you keep your eyes open
    When I tell ya, start snappin'

    [Peter Parker]
    Oh, yeah, sure

    [UN leader]
    Uh, ladies and 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

    [John Jameson]
    What a story, start snappin’

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    [Spider-Man]
    DOOM, gosh, I wish I’d brought my autograph book

    [DOOM]
    Your attempts at humor bore me
    Right, lead-head
    You’re weird

    [Herbie]
    Why is everyone staring at us?

    [Dr. Reed and Mister Fantastic]
    Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them

    [Ben, The Thing]
    Relax masseur, just do your thing

    [Herbie]
    Get a good grip on my

    [Ben, The Thing]
    What? Why, I’ll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little

    [Dr. Reed, Mister Fantastic]
    Hey, knock it off, Ben

    [Ben, The Thing]
    What’s the matter? (Oh, Ben)
    You’re nothing but a chicken-head

    [Herbie]
    You overgrown granite-head

    [Dr. Reed and Mister Fantastic]
    Hold it

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