This is a song about "Mirder"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.