Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
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