This is a song about "Samone"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface