This is a song about "Lurkz"

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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