This is a song about "Biyicle"

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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