This is a song about "Decisoin"

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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,