This is a song about "Burgarelli"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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.

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