This is a song about "Cleaning service"

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Dial up words but they're not in service

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

You got to have your game tight

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this