This is a song about "Spidey"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Looking down at the wild child that is so sad seen him smile spidey sensing

Me, i'm honest. i will never lie to you, tell you erythaang and give you a wedding

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge