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treat each man as a gentleman - irishtoothache lyrics

[intro:?]
this is the town and these are the people
this is the town where the people all stay

treat each man just as a problem
turn and speak to one another
treat each man…

[verse 1: e*dubble]
open the door, it’s automatic so i fly through
my cellies in my pocket beep [?] for skeltz to come through
he’s pushing my whip, he’s in my green xlt
skids to a stop and i’m in the passenger seat
i got what i need: disposables [disposable?] digitals, duct tape
these gentlemen are all about to catch a f*cking case
i’m ready to clap with my backpack strapped on
we got 14 cameras all with their match [?] flash on
i’m locked and loaded up with my 35 mil
my arm’s so long i’m clapping gents in the grill
this dude’s looking ill with the duck bill hat
big lock [?] shirt with jean shorts to match
skeltz c*cks back with the glimmer in his eyes
but he doesn’t see the gentleman coming from the side
i push him away and take the glare for myself
this dude’s frying me like ice cream when it melts
i grab the fuji [?] film high*def xl
squeeze off the shot and then bounce to high h*ll
these cats ain’t well, no these gentlemen are sick
they are in hicks
they define logic
oblivious to reality they walk down the path
ignore society cause it’s not important
they’re nonconformists who at the same time conform
the city’s a bubble with no escape but the morgue
me and skeltz switch places now i’m pushing the x
we spot three more gents who want their picture taken next
say cheese motherf*cker, you gotta famous face
the whole world will know your name
once it’s posted on the ‘ache (sh*t!)
we’re outta gas, i pull a u’e [spelling?] into sheets
there’s gents everywhere our situations looking bleak
this million [?] motherf*cker starts yapping his gum
so i put the cold act [?] to his motherf*cking dome
i’m pumping the gas while skeltz merks [?] all these jerks
this targa first [???] gent tries to put in his own work
now we’re in a f*cking shootout, flashes pop off everywhere
i wear my shades at night so i can see through the glare
(what the f*ck, sh*t)
brush the dirt off my shoulders, now i catch my breath
we caught those gent motherf*ckers, not even the cache is left
i floor the explorer, peel out and now i’m gone
we ran through half of the cameras but now the digi won’t turn on
the battery’s low, but there’s no time to stop
we gotta make it back to campus before the sun drops
not even safe in the car, there’s gentlemen on wheels
we got enough to deal with these towny won’t chill
i let go of the steering wheel, now i’m driving with my knees
look out my back window, phil speeding in the jeep
this gentleman speeds up to me and i see, it’s a she
who happens to be on my allstar team
it’s misses smc, she caught up with me
in a throwback hooptie that she stole from brailey’s [?]
skeltz lines the shot out from the back window
a four megapixel image of a gentleman hoe
i bang a left hand turn back onto smc campus
we’re safe now skeltz clapped the crazy b*tch with the glasses
that towny she was so close we could smell her fart
and all of this for a sat*rday trip to walmart
[outro:e*dubble]
now you know what
you know what, next time we’re gonna go ahead and go to target
because, uh walmart’s getting a little bit too intense, alright
you think so
yeah

frodo baggins!

- irishtoothache lyrics

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