This is a song about "Dowl"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

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

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Dial up words but they're not in service