This is a song about "Meagle"

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,

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

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