This is a song about "Disrepsect"

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions