This is a song about "Jovahnn tearua"

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit