This is a song about "Kachari"

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

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

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service