This is a song about "Banta"

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/

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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