This is a song about "Ukuleles"

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,

My mental projection is never forgetting the brethren i've threatened

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/