Hoes down, shoes up

In short, Treal Lee & Prince Rick's more aggressive addendum to JR Writer's Grill 'Em, the logical conclusion to the ethos espoused on their own Throwed Off (Fuck Everybody), and one of the handful of hitherto-unfilmed joints left on their mixtape with DJ Fletch (my 2nd favourite 'tape of 2011 to date after The Young O.G II by DB Tha General) that should've been added to its already vast arsenal of viral-video singles before they began the inevitable process of releasing new material which just isn't half as good :

Treal Lee & Prince Rick - Shoes Up
(From Throwed Off mixtape; 2011)



The way the song deviates from the topic of picking fights with clumsy club-goers to talk of Lee and Rick being "motherfuckin' killers" who'll "leave a n*gga body on the side of the highway" on the way home is somewhat reminiscent of how The Next Karate Kid with Hilary Swank suddenly broke sinister-but-ultimately-harmless-alpha-male-villains Karate Kid movie protocol when Michael Ironside's Colonel Dugan character insists that his Alpha Elite fraternity soljas start catching bodies at the docks. Here at The Martorialist we don't advocate club violence until the point when some juiced-up, shaven ape of a bouncer is attempting to drag you out for star-jumping off the bar and landing on a table of people when the DJ plays Just Like Paradise by David Lee Roth, but if some ham-hoofed oaf happens to smear the toebox of your shoe with their footprint earlier in the evening then we're firm believers that you should always respond with a move we've dubbed ‘The Carlito’; You know what you won, G? The wet t-shirt contest, mawfucker :



Undoubtedly the finest moment of the Primark Razor Ramon's WWF career.