This is a song about "Broadheads"

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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