All Outta Ale Chords by Mf Doom, The Prof

[G#] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ One more beer, _ I'll take you all, all of you. _
[G#m] Bad from all [Gm] bars, [G] _ _ [G#m] [Gm] a man with seven [F#] scars.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ [G] Smack it up, flip it, [G#] pulled out, [Gm] mouth will fail.
Sunday in the ATL and I'm all out of ale.
Like a bat out of hell, trippin' on a cocktail.
[G] Munchkin out of pill, [G#m] who let the rat [G] out of cell?
Got all the [E] ingredients and recipe, [Gm] might as well.
Since last week, the bootlegger's been in jail.
For all [F#] else fail, then hail to hell.
Make it so they can't see a [N] cell via snail mail.
Mind like a sewer, serve a rhyme on a [Gm] smore.
Numa [F#] stepped through a [A#] fine dime like [D#] he knew her.
I'm Black sister, she said step back before you kiss her.
She did [F#] the dipper and smack [Cm] just missed her.
They go [F#] and listen to [G#] politics like Henry [D#] Kissinger.
99% of raps just a friendly listener.
[G] I'm like these dudes must have some screws loose to HR.
Or a couple [F#] of ounces [F] short of deuce-deuce [Gm] and eight ball.
Y'all [C#] know it's time for the end.
When [Gm] the day come, buy an [F#] album, get [A#m] rudely insulted over fake drums.
Same CDs you [C] get for free, you break them or make them.
[C#] Make them eat their food like [Gm] snake them.
Why she [F#] wanna ask me if [D] I could pass the [Gm] paprika?
One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker.
Every week [F#] or so, peek out [Cm] the lab door, Eureka.
A technique [F#] to keep something [Gm] unique in your speaker.
Neo [Bm]-information, I didn't do [D#] the beat y'all.
It ain't my [F#] fault if she didn't move [Cm] her feet at all.
[Gm] Skeeter robbed Peter to [B] pay Paul.
So he can trick it on Mary so she can play [N] ball.
_ Spitter have my splitter.
Cut it out [C#] with all the funny hair chop, bruh.
All this trouble for a tall glass of OE.
Drink it off fast and make your whole [B] ass slowly.
[A#] Remind me to remember what you told me.
Holy moly, did you get a load of her [B] roly-poly?
Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me.
[F#] Whoever don't feel them feel balls [Cm] like a moly.
One [F#] for the money, two for [Gm] the better cream.
Three for methamine, dioxin, methamphetamine.
Toler, knock me, get a queen, get the head feed.
Tell them it's from Medellin, [G#m] you got [Gm] co-celluline.
Who [F#] needs airplay, it's all [Gm] just hearsay.
Leave a [F#] wig like it was having a [Gm] bad hair day.
Lyrical [F#] glide [A#] master, ask him what's his secret.
Shasta, [C#] it turns you from [A#] aldehyde faster.
When I'm home with my lady, I try to do canary.
One night she tried to flail me with her ukulele.
Pack your heat, villain on the cover of [N] Black Beat.
Put a bunch of crackers on some snack meat.
[F#] They better have [G#m] my score.
[F#] Cut it out with all that [D] funny hand job, will ya?
[C#] All this trouble pour [C] into a glass of whole heat.
Drink it [F#] all fast and make your whole [G#m] ass holy.
[F#] Remind me to [Gm] remember what [G#m] you told me.
Holy [C] moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo G, [Gm] remind me to remember what you told me. _ _
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