Alchemisland

You make me break out in hives of clichés 

Your voice feels like Boards of Canada on the brain 

I am the sole fuckboi panda

Fuck Kung Fu

My Wushu Sanda had them shooting 

Thought them monks was bulletproof

Giving trauma, take some undoing

They can already meditate, but most will need to medicate

Fear predicated on the fact that they trained like that 

Then an apex predator, hellmade, like me came down

Slapped them easily like a lube-greasy ass in the creamy night fantasy

You have puny wet dreams for boys

I’m a big man ting, real bad McCoy 

No crisps, I tryst with nofilter succubi 

Satan’s unwanted brides become my concubines

Bitter suites bitter sweets

Bought at the counter in Woodies, in the glovebox 

If you wanna see my jocks, need lockpicking skill fifty or higher

Role three ninety seven sided dice.