This is a song about "Nemis"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

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

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

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

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges