Given more dead arms than Belgian Congo
In Ireland to drink is to be Ag Ol
Being shitfaced is my main goal
Carried to bedroom by my girl
Sour vomit down toilet swirls
Brown out like slipped into wrong hole.
More arm feels than Aki
More destructive arms than Iraqi
Hadn’t, still plagued by Khaki
I spray like a tsunami bukkake
Onto my sigils, glowing baraka
My barking beretta this dog don’t pet her
Once wore muzzle now free unfettered
Like final hours Fenrir, the end lettered
In the beginning, no man knows the hour
Or the way.
Coke pile I key this
I’m Keidis by the way
More arm deals than Gerry
I never settle less than very
Choke until skin dyes berry
I already told you I’m a member of the I R A
Gainfully employed, soon will come our day.
I want more head than a guillotine
I want you fed I’m giving it ye
I want to scrape you like I’m feeling mean
You roll your Rs, vixen Venezueline
Someone bring the vaseline
Splayed so far I see the spleen
Ass so big it blocks the screen
In n out, ballgame Steve McQueen.
Alchemisland 
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