Propaganda
02-08-07, 02:40 PM
Damn it's cold out...its now officially past fall
When the windchill factor crashes thru the glass walls
Huddled up watch traffic pass, I just have to ask
When it's coming as my crotch is brushed by a fatty's ass
Fukk this, I'll grab a cab, wait, it's right down the block
Gonna pull my metrocard on the driver like it's a glock
Then point it his head and demand a transfer angrily
Say "it's your lucky day" and walk away rather thankfully
Cuz that look on his face will be priceless for life
I truly savour all the funny little slices of life
Its like they think I'm retarded with that voice I was using
I sit and chuckle with my weird sense of self-amusement
Ahh...a window seat....the last one in the segment
Don't look at me lady, it's not my fault you got pregnant
She just called me an anus. The nerve of that hoe!
Least sitting here I'll be comfortable being an azzhole
Besides the fact though, you can't fit here you fat troll
B!tch each of your cheeks takes up half the back row
Woah...with quickness I scorn, I'm rather vicious this morn
My temperment's getting hotter than a b!tch into porn
Are we all soldiers at the station? None of us can explain
Why we take a synchronized march from the bus to the train...
When the windchill factor crashes thru the glass walls
Huddled up watch traffic pass, I just have to ask
When it's coming as my crotch is brushed by a fatty's ass
Fukk this, I'll grab a cab, wait, it's right down the block
Gonna pull my metrocard on the driver like it's a glock
Then point it his head and demand a transfer angrily
Say "it's your lucky day" and walk away rather thankfully
Cuz that look on his face will be priceless for life
I truly savour all the funny little slices of life
Its like they think I'm retarded with that voice I was using
I sit and chuckle with my weird sense of self-amusement
Ahh...a window seat....the last one in the segment
Don't look at me lady, it's not my fault you got pregnant
She just called me an anus. The nerve of that hoe!
Least sitting here I'll be comfortable being an azzhole
Besides the fact though, you can't fit here you fat troll
B!tch each of your cheeks takes up half the back row
Woah...with quickness I scorn, I'm rather vicious this morn
My temperment's getting hotter than a b!tch into porn
Are we all soldiers at the station? None of us can explain
Why we take a synchronized march from the bus to the train...