One Beer - Mf Doom | Guitar Chords | VChords

[Verse 1]
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G
 There's only one beer left
F#m
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
G
 Tempt me, do a number on the label
F#m
Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table
     G
Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"
F#m                                     G
However you get there, foot it, cab it, ironhorse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
  F#m
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
G
Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it
F#m
She told him, "Get off it," and a bunch of other more shit
G
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
     F#m
It's like he eating watermelon: stay spitting new seeds
G
 It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
F#m
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
G
 They group been soft
F#m
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off

[Verse 2]
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G
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
    F#m
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read:
    G                                              F#m
"To Wide Load, this yardbird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Vilain" take pride in code words
G
Crooked eye, mold, nerd, geek with a cold heart
F#m
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
G
 Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
F#m
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
G
 And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
    F#m
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
G
 They call the super when they need their back uh, plumbing fixed
F#m
   "How is only one left? The pack comes in six!
G
 Whatever happened to two and three?"
                F#m
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, "What you doing, G?
G
 Don't make him have to get cutting like truancy
F#m
Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"

[Bridge]
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F#7
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for "Teletubbies"
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet

[Verse 3]
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G
 He plots shows like robberies:
F#m
"In and out, one, two, three no bodies, please!
G
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
F#m
   The mic is the shoty: nobody move, nobody get hurt
G
 Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
F#m
He came in the door and, Everybody on the floor!'
G
 A whole string of jobs like we on tour
F#m
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store"

[Outro (Fade Out)]
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G | F#m | G