This is just a roof
That very few know
We made it water proof
So it couldn't be blown
Talkin' 'bout a station
Sure it has tracks
Don't confuse with rails
Our trains are tracks
Beware it ain't the same
May find it poorly sain
The way it has spikes
The blood will bring the rain
You know I own the chalk and ruler
Can only slap the pursuers
Heavy f*cking drums, moans, loyal to the bones
Hittin' hats with the claps, we don't allow slags
Beneath, so far beneath, creep, favorite fish is angler
Don't believe in god, no, we pray to Tar Feather
Lots of histories, eights back to the eighties
Some deep in memories some forgotten with the seas
But the bound never breaks, no matter odds or stakes
Just feed us with steaks, so the unborn awakes
And you can keep your cheese
We hate the smell of it
You can keep your f*cking cheese, many had the hands on it
You consume it like a blunt, you f*ck mary then comes jane to bang
F*ck you and your values, just know they don't mean shit
You always come to kill, but forget I'm John Wick
You weak, you bleed, you sneeze, sick from head to toes
You claim you have the hoes, but that's your alter-egos
Man, f*ck the tendencies, though I'm up for Tenesse's
But I can't have no
7, 8 is really fine for me
This is how it's like, deck stinks to bird shit
I blame the f*cking pirates that flew with it
But I kinda understand, they weak and just complain
I will make them all shut up, If I ever find the flame
Just me and Mesqit, sand in our feet
Look at the horizon, I see a frozen fleet