Super original beat, cool microphone filter you used. the drums could be turned up a little. 

Instrumental by MF DOOM, One Beer
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Open me like x-mas, bigger than fucking texas
Verbal atrocities just short of suicide
Mystery box dead or alive
Cept this aint no game no shame 
keep doing what you want to just keep in mind
that's fine to sip some brew when there’s just a few left
but always keep a bottle under your chair for when I take a breath
and pronounce to all my fucking loyal subjects
like charlamange was just a game and now we fuckin playing with ovenmitts
air raid champ paid for all this shit to blitz all the upside down towns littered with
spit and shit
cook me up some good times and I’ll spit out some good rhymes
Make her howl louder than Ginsberg on a good night flip her like an acrobat, wow, right?
Delight in the soft froth of a frosted cup of brew tight
tuned and overused no sloppy mop me 
on a floor and closed the door store all your 
clothes for winner 
save up all your cards and win some money for the winter
never get infected like a splinter I guess I could rap faster like a sprinter
Or slow like some chicken who knows his breast is the next dinner
Sippin some red wine with a palate for a painting
everybody knows she’s about as classy as a real lady
and she’s Italian, dress’s me a stallion
mm food I’m eatin sloppy like I’m fucking mowin
24 half gone song strung and tuned to abused notes wrote
on napkins and hatched chicks in the morning headaches soarin
rockin the verse like this shit is so bornin zzzz a bit more than half alseep
hangover last at least a few weeks do the math or do some addorral this isn’t fucking therapy hilariously laugh track to claps math adds like fucking chemistry 
play a straight man and laugh to death all your enemies
take a breath and your dead to me
Militant like Oakaniowa when I bake I need a base so sober lady start the shower

like a grizzly bear for two weeks don’t shave no champagne like john wayne
used to do in them movies groove me like a record
read me like an LP everybody want a copy
like a protester screamin somebody fucking stop me
while police ride by in bean bag cannons mounted on jalopies 
Believe hype right like a charlatan on a steel horse
voice coarse and hoarse from cigarettes disgusted 
but at least they keep your lungs warm storm
The stage for more kegs and pegs
extradite and fight those who step on planked wood
sent overboard and landed on some ford’s hood good
vomit spit hit with poison eating 
trashbags of ecstasy let her fuckin think I’m classy or that 
I’m fucking sippin hennesy it’s her problem when all my friends disgust society
Or discuss me But make sure you save me a beer man i’m thirsty 
Fake words crafted daftly describe your misery 
never academic pandemics of the mind please
Like a tavern vulture swoop abandoned beer drunk culture
Got another bottle to waddle all the sadder thoughts away like cat walking supermodels
Curses as placeholders take a breathe a pace solider stand in line while they shave
Orange like spraytans or cold devoid of pulse like dead bodies
Absurdity blurted me to places I should never be and verses rehearsed versed and reversed to things I should never see 


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