This is a song about "Dumbasses"

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service