This is a song about "Jemim"

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses