How do you deal with loss
How do you deal with your job
Come get lost in the fog
Dank ‘nades I do lob
Tongue slobs out to siamese the skins
Use my earphones to pack it back in
Light it and smoke it I’m dangerous agin
Ruin more mothers than gin
Like a vampire I’m in once you call me in
I’m sick of sin, sick of being the only king crowned in tin
The fox by my bin his nose sniffles in he’s et last night scraps then back to his den
A hole in the fence that’s how he got in, tell that to my chickens he’s eaten them ten, nom
Nicked a car drive it like Lauda around the bends
Dash got more frills and potential thrills than La Senza windows
Wives soon widows wish husbands away, still got needs you know
Still down knee and blow, still give ‘that’ a go, you sicko
I’m the only man in Ireland who loves an asshole more than Joyce
I’m the only man left in Ireland who assures that truth is in his voice
Jamesy boy entered more barnacles than a ship’s hull
Pulled in more birds than a jet engine
Clapped more cheeks than a Christian Brother’s ruler
Sent out more dinosaurs than Ingen
Smell better than incense
Scribe better you’re incensed
Augmented breasts drive the already chest obsessed over the edge
It’s like I’m a tail pinned on the donkey, firmly fixed on ass
Top of class, class at backshots one man one jar I’m the glass
Jay and Silent Bob do Degrassi, how much grass I do makes my eyes glassy red as fruit pastilles.
Alchemisland 
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