This is a song about "Weaboo"

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

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

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

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

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

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