This is a song about "Lamborghinis"

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters