This is a song about "Rasengan"

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.