All Outta Ale

Lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM, Charles Bukowski sample] "One more beer And I'll take you all All of you – ahahaha..." Banned from all bars The man with seven scars [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, 'bout to fail Sunday in the ATL and I'm all outta ale Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail Mutt drinkin' out a pail, "Who let the rat out the cell?!" Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well Since last week, the bootlegger been in jail If all else fail, inhale a L Make it so they can't see your sale via snail mail Mind like a sewer, servin' rhyme on a skewer DOOM'll step to a fine dime like he knew her "My black sister!" She said "Step back!" before he kissed her She did The Dipper and the smack just missed her There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger 99% of rap's just a friendly listener I'm like, "These dudes must have some screws loose to hate y'all Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball" Y'all know it's time for the end when the day come Buy a album, get rudely insulted over fake drums Same CDs you get for free, you break 'em Wa-alaikum, make 'em eat they food like Steak-umm Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paprika? One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker Every week or so, peek out the lab, throw "Eureka!" A technique to keep somethin' uniquer in ya speaker For yo' information, I didn't do the beat, y'all – It ain't my fault, if she didn't move her feet at all Skeeter–robbed Peter to pay Paul So he could trick it on Mary, so she could play ball [Chorus] She better have my skrilla Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya? All this trouble for a tall glass of OE You drink it all fast it'll make you haul ass slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly? Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me Whoever don't feel him, feel balls like a goalie [Verse 2] 1 for the money, 2 for the better green 3, 4 – Methylenedioxymethamphetamine Told a knock-kneed ghetto queen, "Get the head fiend – Tell him it's from Medellin and use oxyacetylene" Who needs airplay? It's all just hearsay Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day Lyrical 'Glide Master', ask him what's his secret He said, "Shasta, it turns to formaldehyde faster" When I'm home with my lady, I try to duke her daily One night, she tried to flail me with her ukulele (Uh-oh!) Pack ya heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat [Chorus] They better have my skrilla Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya? All this trouble for a tall glass of OE Drink it all fast it'll make you haul ass slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly? Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me...