Alchemisland

Not a pick on when I flex

Not a swollen pectoral to wiggle

Not a hilltop bicep to help my visual

I’m purely lyrical

Hunchback with a voice of syrup

They run to me, like spurred shoes squeezing in the stirrup

Endangered not extinct, my variety of rhino is spearmint

My kitchen floor is lino, any block call Dino

Rod, hot footed it when they saw my bog.