This is a song about "Hadie"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Dial up words but they're not in service

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