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