This is a song about "Edy"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

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/