This is a song about "Slutnick"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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,

An unseen being casting universal curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses