This is a song about "Bttle"

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,

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service