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One Beer
MF DOOM Lyrics


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I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew

There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However you get there
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read
"To Wide Load
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing G?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
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 wears mask, like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shottie
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store

Overall Meaning

The first verse of MF DOOM's song "One Beer" is an ode to his love of beer. He proclaims that he does not enjoy champagne or other alcoholic beverages, but he gets a kick out of beer. The second verse is an intense narrative about a night of partying, where MF DOOM and his crew are left with only one beer. The lyrics detail a series of events that include rappers screaming, drinking, and rapping. The scene becomes chaotic, with DOOM spitting rhymes so fast that he is practically holding onto the microphone for dear life, and others are passing out after too much alcohol.


The song is a perfect representation of MF DOOM's unique style of hip-hop. He often writes about obscure topics and uses witty wordplay to tell his stories. Many of his songs feature abstract lyrics that require the listener to actively engage with the music and try to decode the meaning behind his words. "One Beer" is no exception, as it is filled with references to pop culture, alcohol, and partying.


Line by Line Meaning

I get no kick from champagne
Champagne doesn't give me a thrill


Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
In general, I'm not impressed by alcohol


So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
So why should I pretend otherwise?


I get a kick out of brew
However, I do get excited about beer


There's only one beer left
Only one beer remains


Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Rappers are shouting so loudly that it's excessive and not necessary


Tempt me, do a number on the label
I'm being enticed to ingest more drinks and disregard the warning and branding labels


Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
I will impressively out-drink and out-rap my competition


"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
I'll pay for everyone's drinks


However you get there
Whatever mode of transportation you prefer


Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
Walk, take a taxi, or ride the train


You're leaving on your face, forfeit
You're going to pass out and lose the bet


I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
I'm a master at handling the microphone with confidence and ease


Told him tell they stole it
I instructed a colleague to falsely state that their microphone was stolen


He told her he lost it
The colleague explained that he lost his microphone


She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
She dismissed his excuses and possibly said more in anger


Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
I'm making money and the police have no new leads on my whereabouts


It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
I'm continuously and swiftly making new music


It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
His music is good, and it's probable that he was influenced by marijuana


Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
He likely smokes so much weed that it's negatively affecting his health


They group been soft
Their group is weak or timid


First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
The group got drunk and left soon after arriving


He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
He went off to engage in sexual activity


She asked him to autograph her derriere
She requested his signature on her backside


It read "To Wide Load"
The inscription was addressed to someone with a large rear end


This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
This chicken tastes terrible


Love Villain"
I'm a Villain, but I'm skilled at delivering clever, subtle rhymes


Take pride in code words
I am proud of the clever and secret meanings in my lyrics


Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
I am unusual-looking and unconventional, but also unfeeling


Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
I will likely continue to rap even in my old age


Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
I'm learning how to live an unhealthy life, as demonstrated by the pizza deliveryman


No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
He's not too cool to have sex with promiscuous women


And squeeze her thigh
He will also engage in sexual touching


Maybe give her curves a feel
He will touch her body to satisfy his own desires


And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
She will not object to this because she is experienced and confident


They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
They only call for help when there's a major problem with their plumbing


"How there's only one left? the pack comes in six
They are questioning how only one beer remains when the package came with six


Whatever happened to two and three?
They are asking where the other beers went


A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Someone attempted to take four and five beers but was caught


Like, "What you doing G?
They are questioning the reasons for the attempted theft


Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
They are warning the thief not to provoke them into a fight


Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Actually, we should stick together right now


Looser than a pair of Adidas
The thieves are clumsier than a pair of worn-out sneakers


I hope you brought your spare tweeters
They hope that the others are prepared to hear their rhymes with clarity and intensity


MC's sound like cheerleaders
They believe that other rappers sound like high school cheerleaders


Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
Other rappers are trying too hard to look cool and have no originality


DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
MF DOOM will always deliver impressive rap performances, and it doesn't matter who else is popular


He do it for the smelly hubbies
He does it for the fans who don't have good hygiene


Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for Teletubbies
His fans ('seeds') know that it's time to listen to his music, just like children know it's time to watch their favorite TV show


Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Very few rappers can create and promote meaningful work


Take it from the dude who wears mask, like a 'tarded helmet
Take it from MF DOOM, who wears a mask like an imbecile (but for a more serious reason)


He plots shows like robberies
He plans every show with precision, like a criminal plotting a heist


In and out
Quickly and smoothly, without any complications


One, two, three, no bodies please
He wants to leave after the show without any problems or people getting hurt


Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
He doesn't want any trouble in exchange for his earnings


The mic is the shottie
The microphone is his weapon of choice, and he uses it with precision


Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Don't interfere with his performance or else there will be consequences


Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He brings energy and intensity to his performances, like a soldier on the battlefield


He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
He arrives with authority and makes an impact on everyone in the room


A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
He has a lot of performances scheduled, like a touring artist


Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
He performs often and will continue to do so, even in the future




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@210shonuff

And people are so naive to believe
They chose their frame of mind
You're conditioned so you don't revolt
While the plan is in its prime
That's why things like alcohol were designed
I'm not paranoid, you're just blind and that's fine
Alcohol is proven to paralyze the mind
And what do you see advertised on almost every billboard sign?
But wine ain't always the answer, so once upon a time
They flooded the streets with heroine
To stop the rise of the Black Panthers



@theroninrenofficial9058

Lyrics for the real fans
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew

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

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

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

There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?

Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my-)
What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken-head
(You overgrown granite-head) Hold it



@XELLTRAK88

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew

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

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

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

There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?

Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my-)
What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken-head
(You overgrown granite-head) Hold it



All comments from YouTube:

@davidyoung3292

There's only one beer left, and pour it out for our fuckin homie. RIP

@inkwell6330

thats right

@joshlamson1955

Drink em under the table, like, it's on me. Put it on my tab, kid.

@guiletexasranger526

Follow it up with some shrooms,
after that roll a spliff
Not too late to congregate his work be the greatest hits

@wrongmax

I’m fucking devastated

@Aperiianuam

'Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart...'

😢

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@yungp9900

"rappers screamin in our ears like we are deaf" he predicted 6ix9ine

@Astrlfire

Nah DMX,lil Jon, etc were doing this shit before 6ix9ine in the early 2000's

@Alexander-is5tm

@@Astrlfire but they weren't trash

@nicolaspalmer7448

Mm delicious rap snitch knishes

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