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"It's Just the Man (Messin' with My Medicine)" by free radical
Who's that coming in my door? He's got a pistol drawn. He's gonna shoot my dog. He's knocking shit around. It's just the man messin' with my medicine again.
He's got a no-knock warrant Signed by the judge. I'm gonna stand my ground. No I ain't gonna budge. It's just the man messin' with my medicine again.
We've been through this before. When is it gonna end? I long for the day. Why can't police be my friend? It's just the man messin' with my medicine again.
It's just the man in my house, and he's messin' with my medicine again, again, again, again. It's just the man,-- Oh leave it alone! Leave it alone!
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"It's Just the Man (Messin' with My Medicine)"
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Who's that coming in my door?
He's got a pistol drawn.
He's gonna shoot my dog.
He's knocking shit around.
It's just the man messin' with my medicine again.
He's got a no-knock warrant
Signed by the judge.
I'm gonna stand my ground.
No I ain't gonna budge.
It's just the man messin' with my medicine again.
We've been through this before.
When is it gonna end?
I long for the day.
Why can't police be my friend?
It's just the man messin' with my medicine again.
It's just the man in my house, and he's messin' with my medicine again, again, again, again.
It's just the man,--
Oh leave it alone! Leave it alone!