This is a song about "Recruiitment"

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,

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service