One Beer Lyrics


writers: Daniel Dumile Thompson
album: Track 4 in album MM..FOOD
release date: 2004-11-16
popularity : 1 users have visited this page.
length: 4:19
producer: Madlib

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I get no kick from champagne
Their alcohol doesn't
thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be
I get a kick out of brew
[MF Doom]
is only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like
we're deaf
Tempt me
Do a number on the
Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under
the table like
It's on me
Put it on my tab
However you get there
Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse
You leaving on your face forfeit
I crush the mic hold
it like the heat he might toss it
Told him tell they stole
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
It read to wide load this yard bird taste like fried
Turned love villain
Take pride and code
Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old
Study how to eat to dine by the pizza guy
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
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
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
Rapping and dancing like Red Head
Dude can't do his thing again no matter how be
You do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know
what time it is like it's time for tellie tubbies
can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who
wears mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies
Run the cash and you won't get a wet
The mic is the shootie nobody move nobody get
Bring heat like the boy I'm going to war
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

Track Listing

  • 1 Beef Rapp
  • 2 Hoe Cakes
  • 3 Potholderz
  • 4 One Beer
  • 5 Deep Fried Frenz
  • 6 Poo-Putt Platter
  • 7 Fillet-O-Rapper
  • 8 Gumbo
  • 9 Fig Leaf Bi-Carbonate
  • 10 Kon Karne
  • 11 Guinesses
  • 12 Kon Queso
  • 13 Rapp Snitch Knishes
  • 14 Vomitspit
  • 15 Kookies