This is a song about "Hallowe"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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