This is a song about "Ayyy lmao"

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/

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,