This is a song about "Aimbot"

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers