This is a song about "Religon"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

You know better not to mess with my verses..

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service