This is a song about "Athur"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

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

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

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses