myspace.com/papertigerdoomtree M.A.S.H: Mansion. Checkout girl at Kowalski's. 2 kids. '64 Impala. If Doomtree
was an elite crime-fighting unit: Big Papes. Man on the street. Hoofs
that shit everyday; says hey to every shopkeep, every grams in every window
next the stoop, every two-bit hack with a rap sheet, and they all say
hey back. Yeah, Papes is the man on the street in more ways than one.
It ain't hard for him to get his information. Mostly he can get it over
a chess game in the park or during a quick double-dutch, but sometimes
he's gotta get it with your nuts against the wall. |