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SBTRKT - Man Of The Year lyrics
Holy macaroni and the stutter jive king
 Used to run Chicago doing the gangster thing
 They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants
 And it weren't nobody's business if the kid don't dance
 Now back then living in the hot seat it was furtive fast and fun
 You'd better save up all your bullets cause everybody had a gun
 You hardly had to use it but you never really knew
 What the other guy around the corner was gonna do
 Now holy macaroni'd hang out at the crazy horse
 He'd keep a buck knife in the freezer for emergencies of course
 He'd say you'd better drink 'em now boys 'fore they throw you in the slammer
 And keep an eye out for your baby cause she's about to pull the hammer
 Oooh boys there they go crazy legs and all
 Better watch yourself cause the sky's about to fall
 And when you get done running you can come back here
 I'll be back in Charlottesville I'll be the man of the year
 The stutter jive got twenty but macaroni never talked
 And Mary shot her husband but she paid the man and walkedSBTRKT - Man Of The Year - http://motolyrics.com/sbtrkt/man-of-the-year-lyrics.html
 And somehow we all seemed to make it through without a scratch
 And if that seems too good to be true well there's probably a catch
 Well I was swinging on the eddison and making out with sue
 And I was hanging out with studs and roman shepeard and the crew
 Well bullets started flying and everybody hit the floor
 And now the last thing I remember is coppers flying through the door
 Well sally sue she bought it but everybody's gotta go
 So I figured it be best if I skipped down to Mexico
 Tequila and terazas and them mariachi bands
 And three months in san pellegrino and we're off again
 Heard about a bank job from this cat named lenny bones
 Three mill in the bag a five way split and we were home
 So I figured what the hell you gotta go with what you get
 But only me and lenny made it back but brother we were set
 Now the holy macaroni was a million dollar flake
 Ended up in folsom but the file was in the cake
 Me an angel we've been runnin ever since that day
 Shouting viva la fiesta yo man that headed that a way














