This is a song about "Mraid"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers