All Outta Ale

(One more beer) (I'll take you all, all of you) (Ha-ha-ha-ha) banned from all bars The man with seven scars Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, 'bout to fail Sunday in the ATL 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 percent of raps 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 eight-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 paprika? 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 robbed Peter to pay Paul So he could drink it on Mary so she could play ball So better have my skrilla 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 Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly? Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me Whoever don't feel him, feel balls like a goalie One for the money, two for the better green 3,4-methylenedioxy-methamphetamine Told the knock kneed, ghetto queen, get the head fiend Tell him it's from 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 had 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 You better have my skrilla 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 and make you haul ass slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly? Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me