This is a song about "Fhqwhgads"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,