One Beer

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