This is a song about "Stephany"

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

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service