This is a song about "Emos"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Dial up words but they're not in service