This is a song about "Ogwinner"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

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