This is a song about "Rebekka"

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface