Fell down the hill then I had Jill Jack me off

You're backing off, we're slaking off

Raskin like a Macintosh, with apple sauce

A Job to stare at Steve in a chapel cause

The clerical clothing doesn't do justice what once was was

A magical man just like Dr. Jerry Buss, filled with pus

Trying to constantly readjust to the must of his teams armpits

While Kobe was trying to bust his dick and a prick, the same shit that most women lust

When they get dust, with an e I got supreme on my crust

Throw a Nazi Bar Mitzfa with an Nihilist I can trust, but I'm not fussed

Quasimodo's on the cusp, of breaking Gust, thus, killing Frollo

And in turn killing the Holocaust, I'm snorting Hitler's Ashes

Whilst Stalin's causing clashes, between the masses whilst leon Trotsky got lost

Lenin's tossed, the revolution bossed, the bourgeoisie mentality that Religion caused

And at any cost, I would pay to see that shit, excrement that Salvador Dali glossed

Exterminated like the Angel that Luis Bunuel bought

I think its Time to play a game of algebra

My X's keep on asking Y I love Nostalgia, came to the equation that

I have always been the alphia