This is a song about "Baybug"

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/

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers