This is a song about "Locve"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,