Atmosphere - Tonights man

(Slug) There he goes tonights man The one thats 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 10Drop the body, rip the pockets Come ups, cash, and plastic wrapped rockets Hey mister mister, you think that youre 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)