This is a song about "Zoidberg"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

An unseen being casting universal curses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency