This is a song about "Sneeple"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses