This is a song about "Deadshot"

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Classy verses write my perversions in cursive

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,

'cause it was an admired service-man