This is a song about "Snaggle"

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service