This is a song about "Arsinol"

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Dial up words but they're not in service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/