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      One Beer

      MF Doom

      Album: MM..Food

      MF Doom - One Beer Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [Mf Doom]
      I get no kick from champagne
      Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
      So tell me why shouldn't it be true
      I get a kick out of brew
      
      There is 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 their mc's 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 leaving on your face forfeit
      I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it
      Told him tell they stole it
      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 dareair
      It read to wide load this yard bird taste like fried toad
      Turned love villain
      Take pride and 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 dine by the pizza guy
      No 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
      Powers 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 caught
      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 cheerleaders
      Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
      Dude can't do his thing again no matter how be blinging
      You do it for the smelly hubbies
      Seeds know what time it is like it's time for tellie tubbies
      Few can do it even fewer can sell it
      Take it from the dude who wears 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 shootie nobody move nobody get hurt
      Bring heat like the boy I'm going to war
      Came 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

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