This is a song about "Edwin"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Classy verses write my perversions in cursive

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/

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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