This is a song about "Enemyl"

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service