This is a song about "Wonky"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous