This is a song about "Manwich"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,