Transport

At night I haul prisoners

In the transport van

Hit every bump in the road

Making the transition

As comfortable as I can

One inmate decides to make a threat

That when we get to said destination

He was gonna give me some shit

So every turn gets tighter

Every swear in the back gets louder

I'm loving every minute of it

They put themselves here

So we make it moans and all

Guess theses chomos don't like

When something other than a kid

Rattles their perverted balls

So I pull up to the block

Where other prisoners can hear and see

I unshackle the douchbag who

Couldn't keep his mouth shut

And tell him ok tough guy

Let's see what you got

And that bitch couldn't even

Back his mouth