This is a song about "Disre"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Dial up words but they're not in service

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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