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