This is a song about "Yuyoyuppe"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

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/