This is a song about "Chokeslam"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Classy verses write my perversions in cursive

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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