Abel Network • A podcast on Anchor

Lyrics: Que hella long passengers staring at me, get your boarding pass out and your ID, match up the names and the picture to your dome, if you ain’t prepared my ‘tude worse than Jerome, time to divest all electronics out, if you slip up X-ray’ll hit you with a shout, cripples kids and pets through the WTMD, the rest of you fools hit the AIT, your pockets emptied out and you holding the stance, I’m scanning everybody from Pittsburgh to France, you got an alarm you sensitive or sore, these fucking advisements are the shit I abhor, one hour left such a long day, 11 o’clock hits roll up the wheel chair brigade, male assist hollard in my lane I’m a stay, got the best coach out shoutout Patrick Ray, bag sketchy as hell, I’m pulling this shit, it hit the MDR and you causing a fit, this bigger than three ounces, it going the trash, just threw away your shit you mean mugging my ass, if he opting out I’m a great him with a frown, put my hands on him full pat down, on the exit lane time to sit, passengers crazy can’t deal with the shit, you walking up the exit and I’m causing a fight, DHS TSA you know we do it right