This is a song about "Kritsten"

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

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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

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

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