This is a song about "Ps3"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

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

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges