Oh, the mid-morning trip into the city wasn't so bad. It's the standing-room-only rush hour trip back that's the problem! Old and dirty train cars with disgusting seats, fake security cameras and quirky centauroid fantasy creatures trying not to get their tails stepped on were just the icing on the cake.
Ya'll act like you've never seen a dog-taur before
I keep my paws on the floor
don't touch me; I didn't touch your's!
No, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna play fetch
I'm not taking any seats so you don't need to bitch!
If I were any good at rapping, and I wasn't as whiter than the Beastie Boys, maybe I'd stand a chance
Unless there are like 50 people off camera staring at you
(Yes, I am pretending this is a photo it's more fun that way)