This is a song about "Youtu"

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/

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,