This is a song about "Smallworlds"

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,