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 sh*t 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 is 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 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'