This is a song about "Rafsan"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

An unseen being casting universal curses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,