This is a song about "Deathlord"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

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

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

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,