This is a song about "Timesheets"

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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,

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers