This is a song about "Dafddrggadggaggg"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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

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