This is a song about "Pussyhair"

'cause it was an admired service-man

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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