This is a song about "Shitstain"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

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