One Beer

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 outta 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 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, DTs be gettin' no new leads

It's like eatin' watermelon, stay spittin' new seeds

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

Soon as he wake up, chokin' like it was whooping 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 roads

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 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

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 doin', G?

Don't make 'em have to get cuttin' 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

Rappin' and dancin' like Red Head Kingpin

DOOM came 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 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