my bars I got them on lock, incarcerated I spit the shit on my cell block all the haters caught a case killing a track , might walk out fine gimme a mic, flat line white chalk outline I doubt my crime will be caught in time leave the rest behind when I'm on my grind a serial track killer, in fact I act iller than a psychopath on crack that wacked a crack dealer I stay turnt up like you gotta listen though I'm making no sense bitching, I must be tripping