This is a song about "Fasz"

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses