The Raving — verse 11

I’s jacked up by what was spoken, dude sat and flipped a subway token,
“No freakin’ way,” said I, “his bag come from the bodega store
He pickin’ off my wall’s plaster, and paper below it look like New York aster
Loaded his burner fast and racked it faster–Lord, I ain’t never seen such a bore—
Stomach rose up my throat when I see such a huge bore
Hope he don’t pop me never—nevermore.”