This is a song about "Alex hardiw"

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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