This is a song about "Bhavesh"

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

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service