This is a song about "Lawl"

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,

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service