MF DOOM - All Outta Ale lyrics

[Sample] One more beer And I'll take you all All of you [Intro] Banned from all bars The man with seven scars [Verse: 1] Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, 'bout to fell Sunday in the A-T-L 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 the L Makin sure 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 is 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 an album, get rudely insulted over fake drums Same CD's you get for free, you break 'em Wa-alaikum, make 'em eat they food like Steak-ummm Why she wanna ask me if I could pa** the paprika? One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker Every week or so peeked out the lab though, eureka A technique to keep somethin uniquer in your 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 can play ball [Hook] ... She better have my scrilla And cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya? All this trouble for a tall gla** of Olde E Drink it all fast, make you haul a** slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holey moley, did you get a load of her Roley Poley? Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me Whoever don't feel him, Feel balls like a goalie [Verse: 2] One for the money, two for the better green 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend Tell him it's for Medallin and use oxcyocetaline Who needs airplay, it's all just hearsay Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day Miracle glide master, asked him what's his secret He said 'Shasta', and turned 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 Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat They better have my scrilla Cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya? All this trouble for a tall gla** of Olde E Drink it all fast, make you haul a** slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley? Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me