This is a song about "Maladextros"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

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

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service