Karaoké One Beer MF Doom

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 screamin' all in our ears like we're deaf

Tempt me

Do a number on a label

Eat up all they MCs 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 leavin' 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

Gettin' money

DT's be gettin' no new leads

It is like he eatin' watermelon

Stay spittin' new seeds

It's the weed, give me some of what he droopin' off

Soon as he wake up chokin' like it was whoopin' cough

They group been soft

First hour at the open bar and they're troopin' 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 speakin' 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

Feel the same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel

They call the Super when they need their back uh plumbin' fixed

How is only one left

The pack come in six

Whatever happened to two and three

A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught like

What you doin' G

Don't make him have to get cuttin' like truancy

Matter fact not for nothin'

Right now you and me

Looser than a pair of Adidas

I hope you brought your spare tweeters

MCs sound like cheerleaders

Rappin' and dancin' 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

Comin' to your corner store