This is a song about "Momey"

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/

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

I had to make a difference on rap, not comedy. i have to admit honestly,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.