This is a song about "Yadria"

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,