This is a song about "Smeg"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive