All Outta Ale - MF DOOM, The Prof.

Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, 'bout to fail

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 ale

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 issue to

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’um

Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paparika?

One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker

Every week or so peaked 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, got Peter to pay Paul

So you can drink it on Mary so she can play ball

… So let her have my scrilla

And cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya?

All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E

Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly

And rhymin 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 build walls like a goalie

One for the money, two for the better green

Three for methanine-dioxymethamphetamine

Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend

Tell him it’s for Medellín and use oxyacetylene

Who needs airplay, it’s all just hearsay

Leave a wig like it was havin 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 ukelele

Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat

With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat

… You better have my scrilla

Cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya?

All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E

Drink it all fast, make you haul ass 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

And if you don’t feel him build walls like a goalie