Redux Station

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 fucking 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 fucking cheese, many had the hands on it
You consume it like a blunt, you fuck mary then comes jane to bang

Fuck 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, fuck 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 fucking 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