This is a song about "Kimchi"

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions