This is a song about "Errol"

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface