This is a song about "Clasdy"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously