[Announcer] “There is a man on the loose, repeat, there is a man on the loose…he’s armed with a knife…watch your backs”
Someone’s jus broke out, he’s on the loose
Some stabber, he won’t call a truce
He used to be your best friend, till he sold your raps
Now the police telling you to guard your backs
There’s a wack rapper, a back stabber
On the run, he sounds much crapper
Than Fred Durst and Everlast together
On a track called lovin Whitey for ever
But back to the criminal mastermind
He ain’t strong enough to last the time
To escape the police search around the streets
Loses games, nicks stuff, he was playin for keeps
And he lost, and now the police have lost him
They lookin in Queens while he’s in Boston
I’m goin out to find him, drop some rhymes to blind him
Then take him into the police, so I gotta occupy him
Keep him concentratin enough so they can trial him
So I’m lookin round the streets where he was playin for keeps
See his footprints, and follow them to an alleyway
But there’s nothing there, he must’ve got away
I hear a voice behind me; feel a pain in my back
It’s the backstabber, he stabbed me, I’m dyin…crap
[Announcer] “He has been seen, he is powerful with your backs turned…he is in Boston…if he threatens Benzino…don’t worry…that’s normal behaviour…watch your backs
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