This is a song about "Cbbc"

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

'cause it was an admired service-man

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,