This is a song about "Ryze"

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/

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

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service