This is a song about "Ope"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service