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 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 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 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 there's 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 'em have to get cutting like truancy
 Matter of 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
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 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
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 And what about snow?
 Now, you keep your eyes open
 When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
 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
 
 (What a story, start snappin')
 DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
 (Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
 You're weird
 Why is everyone staring at us?
 (Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
 Relax masseur, just do your thing
 (Get a good grip on my-)
 What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
 (Hey, knock it off, Ben)
 What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
 You're nothing but a chicken-head
 (You overgrown granite-head) Hold it