[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro]

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

[Verse]

There's only one beer left

Rappers screaming all in our ears, like we're deaf

Tempt me, do a number on a 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 yardbird taste like fried toad turd

Love, Villain"—take pride in code words

Crooked eye mode, 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 is only one left? The pack come 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 him 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

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"

[Skit 1: Doctor DOOM]

"There, it's 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..."

[Skit 2/Outro]

"And what about snow?"

[John Jameson]: Now you keep your eyes open

When I tell ya, start snappin'

[Peter Parker]: Oh yeah, sure

[UN leader]: Uh, ladies und 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 {*coughing*}

[John Jameson]: What a story, start snappin’

[Spider-Man]: DOOM, gosh, I wish I’d brought my autograph book!

[DOOM]: Your attempts at humor bore me

[Spider-Man]: "Right, lead-head!"

[kid]: "You’re weird!!!"

[H.E.R.B.I.E.]: Why is everyone staring at us?

[Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic]: Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them

[Ben Grimm, The Thing]: Relax masseur, just do your thing

[H.E.R.B.I.E.]: Get a good grip on my—

[The Thing]: What? Why, I’ll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little

[Reed]: Hey, knock it off, Ben

[The Thing]: What’s the matter? (Oh, Ben)

You’re nothing but a chicken-head

[H.E.R.B.I.E.]: You overgrown granite-head

[Reed]: Hold it!