This is a song about "Jessy"

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous