This is a song about "Edward scissorhands"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You know better not to mess with my verses..

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.