This is a song about "Crumbypit"

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

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Packed with potential my goal is give quality rather than quantity

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