Alchemisland

Mad as the staff at the hattery, me

Plug won’t get back to me

I’m doing laps, building miles

Seeing these streets

I spy a cop car and lower my hatpeak

Down the loudspeaker, peak danger so hair’s pricking

Don’t speak down the receiver, he’s peeping, is this prick listening

My poker face is fabulous, I’m through the tramway no one’s nabbed me

I’m like the frog meme, disregard the constabulary

Dad from the colliery, built like Donkey Kong and Geodude’s chimera

Think I was adopted son, I’m stick thin he’s plump and humped, I’m Pantera in the tight jeans and striped brógs shouting póg mo hón

And he’s Phil Margera with a Tyke’s brogue and a face like stone

He works down factory, he hacks at night from black lung

Hump in his back with stacking bricks, practically Bactrian, if not Dromedary

I listen to Yung Lean, once he cried singing a song about the age of Steam

I like Freddie Gibbs, lads who wouldda been on Cribs

He likes Fred Dibnah and cribbage between his sips

He built my crib and raised adults from raw infants

I throw up crip signs in photos and repeated senior infants

He didn’t get any schooling yet has more sense in one cell than my whole self

Fuck it anyway I won’t have a father if it means the factory

Karma will kick it back to me, wish this cunt would kick back a text to me

If I had my way, I’d have my ex back with me and take ecstasy and whacky backy

Until I died and my soul went westerly 

Clank how many ratchet things in my burner gallery

My idle moments mere bifts apart, cig side licked then ripped apart

Zig-zag filled moat water’s za, two tokes two towers thence I depart

Metrophobes may fear my art, my cornea-glooping metropolitan star

Every shit bard in my postcode

Getting put ground like a posthole

While I spit bars like a roast ode

The biggest giver is most owed

Collection plate piled like a totem pole

Snip my snipper leave you nine toed.