This is a song about "Yp"

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/

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service