Lyrics Bus Benches [Bonus Track] - Atmosphere

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 breathin', hush, wait for the right time to rush
Grab your man by the forehead, slid the device across his throat
I 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 dumpster zombie tree stumps
Big man on the avenue becomes mommy's little speed bump
And this punk was easy, must have hated spinach
And the pigs all smiled, they never liked you to begin with

Ain't tryin' to be the man no more, cause I'm a man now
I'm 'bout 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