This is a song about "Hemet"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses