This is a song about "Eyob"

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service