This is a song about "Cluwnes"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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