This is a song about "Zenita"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.