Alchemisland

My wrists made for carving mountains

Thick as Shane Carwin 

Almost put Lesnar in a coffin

He was seeing the big man bardo

Hitting on him like Lombardo on the skins Angel of Death

Part where it goes “Pumped with fluid”

You wouldn’t call it fluid but man, he could do it

Put more men out than bad seafood

Sleep you, how he do

Champ had he cardio

In sparring took Schaub’s soul, and most of his vocab

Hands fit to deal with a lit forge, maybe in a toga

Who needs a motherfucking Bastard Sword?

Investing every soul in strength

Dual wielding Zweihanders in the Giant’s Tomb

Alluring skulls to melt away the gloom

I’m so high thank god I can’t drive, we’d be loster than Izalith

I slip in and out of consciousness, between here and the liminal twixt

Fish out of the water flapping on the bank, wet fins intended arms

I let slip that I need a piss but since we’re stopped and I come equipped

Bill a zoot once I up the zip, where are we anyway, what a kip

Take a sip of the wrong coffee, it’s claggy and frosty and makes me retch

Fuck the rest onto the ground, fetch the rest of the joint into me

It feels like I’m properly dressed now, confused and full of stress

That’s about what normal feels like these last ten

Sky at this time lovely, luxury like M&S best

I’m blazed yes but still well impressed

We’re headed as far West as we can go, faraway home, c’mon Tayto

If I’m running, best you taking silver

Best to ever do it, ninja, Anderson Silva

You are one-kick Dennis Siver, sidekick

Wind you with a side kick, pin prick with the toe tips rib tickler.