This is a song about "Upperclass"

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/

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

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