This is a song about "Fullmetal"

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,

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

'cause it was an admired service-man

You got some plan? your the big man?