This is a song about "Jess denz"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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