This is a song about "Bambi"

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer