This is a song about "Ddd"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

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,