This is a song about "Sper"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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,