MK - Streaming Conciousness lyrics

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 sh** 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, k**ing Frollo And in turn k**ing the Holocaust, I'm snorting Hitler's Ashes Whilst Stalin's causing clashes, between the ma**es 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 sh**, 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