This is a song about "Teeside"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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