This is a song about "Social services"

When its actually just a social occasion

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Social conditioning and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

And the man knew her services carried a price

Never miss these things, see my game precise