All Outta Ale Lyrics - Special Herbs, Vols. 5 & 6 - Mf Doom

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 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 the 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 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 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 Medallin and use oxyacetylene 

Who needs airplay? It's all just hearsay 

Leave a wig like it was havin' a bad year 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 

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 and 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 

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