This is a song about "Basketbal"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters