TSA
I said I like to travel and I love their dirty hands
My mind starts to unravel as they touch my shirt and pants
I tell 'em that the treasure be located down below
Again, for good measure, mmm do it real slow
Before you all judge me, you do it every day
Bein’ felt all over by the T-S-A!
It’s hot to watch them playin’ with the daddies and the moms
The freakies they be sayin’ it’s the kids who have the bombs.
Gropin’ all the grannies who are wearin’ the depends
Baby, pat me on my fanny and caress my little friends.
Before you all judge me, you do it every day
Bein’ felt all over by the T-S-A!
Computah take a pict’chah of mah body lookin’ fine.
I wanna get wit’chah so I’m waitin’ in your line
Makin eight bucks an hour 'cause you failed junior high
You abusin’ your power, ooo force me to comply!
My homies say I’m crazy but it gets me through the day
Being ****** all over by the T-S-A!
(2012)
I don't hold back, do I....
The ****** may or may not imply a bad, bad word!
