This is a song about "Kfc"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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