martin finch what are you doin here i thought you were at boot camp the last two months hey class i m back i m back in the fax i m back with a bad back i was trapped in shilo manitoba where everything is flat i can t even find it on a map i was surrounded by mc s but none of them rapped everyday i was doin laps around the track every drill i was catchin flack for bein slack i tried so hard that i had an asthma attack and cracked my back left it blue and black no man this massive motherfucker woke me up to do sit ups and push ups til i threw up imagine bein depressed as fuck pressed for luck like nothing s enough life is tough when these ranks are rippin your stuff boot camp sucks plus you got to dig a trench in the muck basic is two months of bein stuck and brain fucked shucks it s worth the bucks but when you re goin through it it fuckin sucks man that s tough luck you sound like you could use a drink come on let s go get fucked up so back into the club we went and got some liquor we downed a pitcher then i made my way towards the pisser the mood is right the music s tight the atmosphere better the crowd s buildin and they feelin each and every record then i see ghetto child chillin in the back but lookin kind of tense a little stressed out in fact what up class man you should leave trust me it s about to get ugly alright it s a motherfuckin stick up i m ready to empty the semi on any who envy got plenty of deadly ammo for anyone tried to tempt me the cannibalistic animal in me is the reason there s no manager with me cause pour me a draft empty the till and give me the cash cause it s a stick up from pennies to bills the bartender s tip cup the ice in his grill got knocked out and picked up still waitin to bust it they prayin i tuck it but that shit don t relate to my subject disturbin the peace invadin the club with a ratchet attackin any rapper that think he sayin somethin but sayin nothin shots rang out rang out bang out bang out got the club runnin like a track meet you trip you trampled like jockies in a stampede exits in every direction everyone except me is leapin and creepin duckin and dodgin runnin and gunnin runnin for safety run for your life he s gone crazy that s why that lady screamed that s her in the club right outside them all shots fly but  if the bullet hit you turn off the cd you re dead if the bullet missed you please proceed to track 22