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the neighborhood
People nod 'cause it's understood
Mr. Henry comes out to stand
A wave and shout-out
To the man

Ask the birds singin'
I am the man
By
the neighborhood
People nod 'cause it's understood
Mr. Henry comes out to stand
A wave and shout-out
To the man

Ask the birds singin'
I am the man
By
Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you about my child
He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous
He thinks he's smarter than you and I and everybody
Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester
My uncle's uncle's uncles fester
To chesnutt's empty sound
One by one they hit the ground
It's fall
The city slips away too soon
Tonight she's wide awake
Making small talk with Mr. Moon
Singing louder than the rain

On nights like these she can
I hope I find a noble death and avoid an angry trigger

I guess I'll find my ripe old self or at least that's what I figure

The sour breath
nowhere around at the time
Someone dropped arsenic in Mr Robinson's wine
Getting angry doesn't suit her
Says her English literature tutor

She's
Mental's gettin' sicker, the Devil's gettin' comfy
Acupuncture with the smoke like I'm Mason Storm
Legs crossed like a Buddhist, smokin' Buddha
Angry
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Bushwick, to you Mr. be	
Talk that he got his shit, now I'm put ya out your misery
Yeah that's right, step the fuck back
And don't be callin me no
You brought us the a-bomb
In so many ways endorsed by God and The Book
So God loves a war monger?
Hey Mr.Blix: forget Iraq and the time it took
in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn Mr
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
unglued
Crude to be subdued eaten alive like food
Booed
By angry onlookers who I've never seen before
I done found my thrill
Apart from Blueberry Hill
Yo, listen, huh

[Chorus:]
I just wanna thank you, for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see, for Mr. X
practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy
Foes
Different Strokes like Willis and Arnold
Now, Mr. Drummond see me coming but
Watch your wife, for my dick'll be running a patch like
Slick Rick, thought I
and Mr.Wilson hates Chicano's and condemns graffiti
Sacramento Symphony got cut back even starvin
Artist struggling the Ssreets of Sac barely alive breathing
Even
-d-be	-d and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently

Mr. McGee don't get me angry (why?)
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Ill thoughts to the dome start
clutch as fuck
Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup

Old school vis'ans rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands 
By six
practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often 

But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin 

Back from Miami where your record got no heat
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not

Mr. McGee don't get me angry (why?)
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Ill thoughts to the dome start