This is a song about "Zacg"

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service