This is a song about "Ganon"

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,

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Dial up words but they're not in service

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses