This is a song about "Spect"

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

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

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,