(Verse)

When I piss on tracks I'll burn you and every cat in question, (that gotta

sting) yea urinary tract infection/
See most chicks are fake, real trife and jealous, that's why I hang with mostly
fellas/

(Ain't that a trip) but, I'll never slip, to the surface I grip, the verses I spit
make you wanna call nurses I'm sick/
(A straight beast) to be honest you don't wanna collab, far from a brag,

more like a warning (take heed)/
Cuz like Jordan playing baseball you outta ya league, don't try to proceed, give
up take a bow and concede/

(You could doubt or believe) either way you can't alter the facts, slip through
the cracks (nah) I won't fall for the traps/
Can't derail my train of thought I'm a prophet on wax, and if you try to

railroad me you'll get stopped in ya tracks/
(As simple as that) play ya cards and keep dormant, insomniac flow kinda hard to
sleep on it/

The last one that did left scarred from deep torment, I tried to warn 'em/
(I really did) I'm sorta like a chick that's barren I never kid (so) please could
you quit the comparing and let me live/

(I gotta hard flow) killing em dead with each verse, (yea the bars go) over their
heads like t-shirts/
(Swear to god yo) until I get buried beneath earth, I'm giving hell mine as well

let the pastor preach (Church)