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Nik Nocturnal - Soft Cookie Feat Justin Bonitz Lyrics

Come on
Check it
1-2-1-2
Chocolate Starfish
Yeah

Let me tell you a story about a little man
Who walked down the street with a bat and a plan
Back sore stretched it like a rubber band
Maybe his girl broke his heart or his head (damn)

He didn't know where he was going
The story ain't free
He's a little man with a bat and some fee
Hat flung back with a strike referee
Let the real world see what he see

I keep all my rage in my pockets (yeah)
Pack it all back till another fight (come on)
And when it gets full imma rock it
I take this bat and crack your fucking face (bitch)
I keep all my rage in my pockets
Pack it all back till another fight (come on)
And when it gets through imma rock it
I take this bat and crack your fucking face

Oh what he got away
Ran down the block save his path for another day
Hey forgot to mention the cops swung by
Got my man jumping fences

He didn't know where he was going
The story ain't free
He's a little man with a bat and some fee
Hat fell off at the corner at a stream
What a real world saw what he see

I keep all my rage in my pockets (yeah)
Pack it all back till another fight (come on)
And when it gets full imma rock it
I take this bat and crack your fucking face (bitch)
I keep all my rage in my pockets
Pack it all back till another fight (come on)
And when it gets through imma rock it
I take this bat and crack your fucking face

This is your only warning
Cause I'm about to blow, oh
And when I do take my advice
Get far away from home

Come on
Pop your ass with a jackhammer
Maybe skin you with a chainsaw
Imma scalp you with a vacuum cleaner
You know the mad man's gunning
Pop your ass with a jackhammer (jackhammer)
Maybe skin you with a chainsaw (chainsaw)
Imma scalp you with a vacuum cleaner (vacuum cleaner)
You know the mad man's cutting

What
Ay
Bring it

I keep all my rage in my pockets (yeah)
Pack it all back till another fight (come on)
And when it gets full imma rock it
I take this bat and crack your fucking face (bitch)
I keep all my rage in my pockets
Pack it all back till another fight (come on)
And when it gets through imma rock it
I take this bat and crack your fucking face

Fred Durst Friday baby