Alchemisland

Blunt fulla lemon haze 

I’m selling but it’s not lemonade

I’ve got high standards

I’m in good standing with the landlord

If I can’t stand you it’s battle standards

Drop you into the fryer while you’re resting 

Use tongs to pick out battered sandals

You’re full of it, two full portions of pasanda 

You’re an animal 

Half man half pasta 

Last August went to Primavera

Went spare at Tame Impala

I’ve two grows, one’s crops taller 

One’s in Tallaght, others in Cawdor

I’m thane but call me laird 

Lead exposure as my old pencil’s pared 

Lead explosion, no one is spared

It’s OK, there’s no need to be scared.