This is a song about "Ellie"

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

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive