This is a song about "Lachie"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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/

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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