This is a song about "Traped"

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses