This is a song about "Brock"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.