This is a song about "Cojoin"

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

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,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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