This is a song about "Lach garrett"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

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

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

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Cause i'm honestly a partially wobbly odyssey filled with dishonesty.