This is a song about "Clonesdream"

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

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

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

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

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

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors