This is a song about "Cras"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service