This is a song about "Famiky"

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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