[Intro: Wild-eyed female rage-rap MC, distorted 808 kick, wailing keyboard lead] Forty-two bus, ten minutes late Two bags of groceries and a whole lotta hate [Verse 1: Wild-eyed female rage-rap MC, shouted female rage-rap bars, crashing snare] Standing at the stop in my work shoes, tired Nine hours on my feet and my back on fire Got the eggs in one bag and the rice in the other Kid on the corner with his hood like a cover He bumped me, he grabbed it, he took off running Little legs going and he think he something Snatched my purse with my keys and my card Picked the wrong woman on the wrong boulevard I kicked off the heels, left 'em right on the bench Set the bags by the pole and I took off in a stretch Barefoot on the pavement, every corner heard me roar Every auntie on the avenue came running to the door [Hook: Wild-eyed female rage-rap MC, full drums, blown-out 808 bass] Wrong purse, wrong day, wrong girl Eight blocks barefoot and I ran down the world You got speed, but I got spite Wrong purse, baby, you gon' carry it right [Verse 2: Wild-eyed female rage-rap MC, faster female rage-rap bars, distorted 808] Through the fruit market, knocked over the plums Old man selling mangoes yelling go get him, hon Over the fence and I tore up my skirt Across the used lot and I'm eating his dirt He was faster for three, I'll give him that But I was madder for five and I'm closing that gap Every block that he looked back I was closer and louder Every breath that I took had a little more power He cut down an alley, that's a dead-end lane And I came in behind him like a runaway train He turned around shaking with my purse in his hand I said hand it to me slow, baby, now you understand [Verse 3: Wild-eyed female rage-rap MC, running kick, a second fast kick pattern piles in under her] I took back my purse and I counted my cash Walked him back to the stop and we both were gassed Picked up my heels and I handed him the bags Eggs on the top, now he's sweating through his rags Four flights up to my door and he's climbing it slow Every neighbor in the window yelling hurry up, bro Set 'em by the door and I said now go home Next time that you run, boy, you better run alone [Final Hook: Wild-eyed female rage-rap MC, full drums, blown-out 808 bass, raw full voice] Wrong purse, wrong day, wrong girl Eight blocks barefoot and I ran down the world You got speed, but I got spite Wrong purse, baby, you gon' carry it right [End]
