This is a song about "Pauverty"

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

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Darpa's agency will design self multiplying, land conquering, human raping technology

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.