This is a song about "Maurijean"

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

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses