This is a song about "Hasup"

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges