This is a song about "Mahboob"

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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