This is a song about "Kekkels"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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