This is a song about "Rudanc"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.