Like an old mine waiting to blow up
Eating radium to take my glow up
Aquatic invasion how I row up
Roll up gloved, define enough
Roughhousing, raised in rough housing
Forward back forward back
Put your back into it bosun
My life less an ocean
More a rowing machine
Huffing puffing, nowhere going
Too slow to get fast or far
Before I blast them
Telling me I haven’t seen the last of ‘em
Saw the last of us on HBO though, I fucked with it
See any you hoes out and about, fucking finished
Have you savage dinner, like you’re rotten fish and I’m Finnish
More animal than criminal, more annual than Beano
Monopoly, getting it all in green notes
So much vim, weed and knowledge
Call me the child of Green Knowe.
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