More Lawgivers than Big Meg badge wearers give me
In my perp face
Around my place
More jaw givers than lizards lounging near Pharaoh’s livery
Crank up the dial like Mean Machine
It runs the rim of my scale from scowl to smile
When you crash I go Dingodile
Leave your baby I go dingo style
Been a while since I had to slap a vile
Mouth, reddened more than a few snouts
In my time, used to get clouts now get clout
No audition but they asked me to try out
Ten spliffs, man, I need t-break to dry out
More high than not, greater than Scott
Scott of the Antarctic how cold my talk
Your talk saltier than the wife of Lot
My scéal takes an age to tell, it does not sell well.
Alchemisland 
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