This is a song about "Danie"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

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

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