This is a song about "Heenan"

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly