Me and Mr Dog.

Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's me and Mr. Jones.

What kind of fuckery is this? Yoy made me miss the Slick Rick gig, you thought I didn't love you when I did. Can't belive you played me out like that. No you ain't woth guest list, plus one of all them girl you kiss, you can't keep lying to yourself like this. Can't belive you played your self out like this. Rulers one thing but come Brixton, nobody stans between me and my man, cause it's me and Mr. Jones. What kind of fuckery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me, I might let you make it up to me, Who's playing saturday? What kind of fuckery are you? Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew. But I could swear I that we were through. I still want to wonder, bout the things you do. Mr. Destiny 9 and 14, nobody stands in between me and my man, cause it's Me and Mr. Jones.