This is a song about "Cintas"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars