Jak Tripper - Hour Of Horus [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"Yes, Yes, I am O.T.O. Batch of homemade Absinthe birch. Composed ?? ??. Celebrating the wonders of moth scale and peyote. We perform a lengthy divination. It's the Whitesite Parsons. Jak."

Yo, Anything said spoiled wretched, Hash Oil said it
Your eyeballs peel like boiled eggs skin
Your loyal henchman, get buried in soil headless
I don't give a fuck what set ?? ??
My soul headed right for ?? your heaven
My EP releases, no baggies needed
Tin foiled heroin
Sippin that sprite and turquoise medicine
You and you're mans trash, I'm better than
Flash back like Nam veterans
Wait, I flash back like reminisce of mescaline
Wait, I flash back like cameras flashing out of a relfective lens
Try to market mine, American psycho dropped chainsaws down apartment flights
I'll leave you slumped over your armrest ?? clinched to your chest, arms and thighs
Me and Veto rolling around your hood like we can't find a place to park the ride
I'm odd, not in rap for the bars and pride (fuck that)
Dead groupies from the Bronx found water logged in Señora in the harbor's tide
My raps is like punches, armed with knives
The way I stab your face up, you'd think I was carving ice
I cut like a wood carver, slicing through your flesh like Gillettes through a wet shaman white
Half beast half human ??
I boggle minds
You killing me, not tonight
You plain, I got some stripes
I used to spit events, shook from pill bottles, barely dropping lines
On acid and both nostrils white

[Hook]
Jak Whitesight Parsons, the darkest, fuck a chorus
Slit the horse's throat, jump aboard it, hour of Horus
Thelemite spirit, travel, floors lift
This is all [Boris?], magician, gore shit

Jak Whitesight Parsons, the darkest, fuck a chorus
Slit the horse's throat, jump aboard it, hour of Horus
Thelemite spirit, travel magician, floors lift
This is all [Boris?], gore shit

I'm talking get high, money, violence, coffins and chrome pounds
Anyone else who is spittin that heat blows now
It's Jak that built that rickety old house
Hello crowd, it's Jak Tripper for governor, vote now
Breaking dope down, cocaine lines
Amphetamine mainlined
I'm unable to slow down
Learning disable, quick to zone out
I'll battle for no dough down
Cause I love being broke, but leaving rappers broke down
At bars I'm creaping hoes out
I'm not trying to move coke out
I form cults like Jones, relocating whole towns