This is a song about "Fanfiction"

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

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,