This is a song about "Rudina"

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/

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins