This is a song about "Zain"

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,

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service