There he goes, tonight's man
|
The one who's putting God's smile back upon my hands
|
The plan this evening, is hiding behind leaves and brush
|
Quiet the breathin', hush, wait for the right time then rush
|
Grab your man by the forehead, slit the device across his throat
|
I hold him tight while he chokes, 8, 9, count to 10
|
Drop the body, rip the pockets
|
Come ups, cash, and plastic wrapped rockets
|
Hey mister mister, you think that you're the shit
|
But you looked really funny when you felt your tendon rip
|
There's a thin line between fire and fear
|
Hey mister never should have set your shop up here
|
Cause I've been thumping chumps that push dumpsters on bee tree stumps
|
Big man on the avenue becomes mommy's little speed bump
|
And this punk was easy, must have hated spinach
|
And the pigs all smiled they never liked you to begin with
|
Ain't trying to be the man no more, cause I'm a man now
|
I'm about to take your crew to war
|
I've got a plan now
|
I'm used to blood and death, outgrew the gut wrench
|
So tell the devil I said fuck him when he finds you on the bus bench
|
|
-----------------
|
Tonight's Man
|
| Atmosphere |
