This is a song about "Severus snape"

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service