Bus Benches

Shhh there he goes, tonight's man
The one who's putting gods smile
Back upon my hands
The plan this evening is hiding
Behind leaves and brush
Quiet the breathing hush wait for
The right time to rush
Grab your man by the forehead
Slid the device across his throat
I'll hold him tight while he chokes, 8, 9
Count to 10 drop the body rip the pockets
Come ups, cash and plastic wrapped rockets
Hey mister mister you think
That you're the shit
But you looked really funny when
You felt your tendon rip
There's a thin line between fire and fear
Hey mister never should have set
Your shop up here
Cause I've been thumpin' chumps that push
Dumps to zombie tree stumps
Big man on the avenue becomes
Mommy's little speed bump
And this punk was easy
Must've hated spinach
And the pigs all smiled they never
Like you to begin with
Ain't trying to be the man no more
Cause I'm a man now
About to take your crew to war
I got a plan now
I'm used to blood and death
Outgrew the gut wrench
So tell the devil I said fuck him when
He finds you on the bus bench