This is a song about "Bmx"

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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.

Darpa's agency will design self multiplying, land conquering, human raping technology