This is a song about "Murser"

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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/

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions