stream of consciousness: mad scientist

mathematical methods 'll make the lyrics much fresher than half a packet of breathmints that explode under pressure, bomb in rapid succession to blast this pathway to heaven, dropping answers to questions that leave a lasting impression / but know that microphone prominence don't come from vitamin supplements, only skill that's straight ominous, maybe purpose or providence, prose that's sicker than choleras flowing off the speedometers, and baby mamas are loving us what with that alpha male dominance.