This is a song about "Bulbasaur"

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Dial up words but they're not in service