This is a song about "Chapaingh"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

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

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service