This is a song about "Rebutle"

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service