| Song | One Beer |
| Artist | MF Doom |
| Album | MM...FOOD |
| 作词 : Madlib | |
| 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 | |
| [MF Doom] | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Madlib | |
| 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 | |
| MF Doom | |
| 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 |