Tonights Man (Slug)

There he goes tonights man

The one that's putting gods smile back upon my hands

The plan this evening, is hiding behind leaves and brush

Quiet the breath and hush, wait for the right time to 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

Theres a thin line between fire and fear

Hey mister never should have set your shop up here

Cause ive been thumping chumps that push dumpsters on be tree stumps

Big man on the avenue becomes mommys lil speed bump

And this punk was easy, must have hated spinach

And the pigs all smiled they never liked you to begin with

Aint trying to be the man no more, cause im a man now

Im 'bout to take your crew to war

Ive got a plan now

Im 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



(a sample in french)