This is a song about "Rainb"

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,

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

I had to make a difference on rap, not comedy. i have to admit honestly,

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service