This is a song about "Apocylypse"

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

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

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,