This is a song about "Hp lovecraft"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,