This is a song about "Icp"

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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