Style maximalist
Beast mode abide my animus
More tracks than circus maximus
More relaxed than a bag of kush
So many girls I bagpuss
So many deals I bag push
Never felt rushed, never had thrush
Whenever had girls always bagged up
Of mine drugged cup taking large sups
Day of the dog, afternoon of the pup
Paws in action, leash run interrupts.
My bag for life is ripped to shreds
Smoking more than natty dreads
Ain’t a kushite but permo kush high
My muse clouds swirl night sky
My muse chows my lie; nice guy
Routine, inspirations alight her thighs
Like troops from watch stations at night
Feeling when you get a fright
Same you’ll feel once I arrive
Swingset Olympics you know I push sky
Put leagues between us, you and I
Cut my bonds on the axe of lust
All bonged out back of the bus
You’re glued to anime
I’m getting out any way
By all means, any means necessary
My intentions dark as aniseed
Planting any seed
Not just any steed
Sleipnir ferries me
The undead bury me.
Alchemisland 
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