This is a song about "Halk"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

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,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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