This is a song about "Molliba"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Dial up words but they're not in service

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