This is a song about "Disstrack"

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,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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