This dealing shit’s a good lark, larfing like laughing gas
Non-stop endorphins, endorsing heroin
My revenants sleep in shopfronts from Dublin to Dunshaughlin
With what’s in their pockets I’m going jewellery shopping
Iced out with three lockets, I’m the hottest sprocket
Jack Parsons how often I ignite, obsessed with rockets
Order two steaks with pepper sauce, tear off the sprig of rocket they put on top
Team Rocket how I’m after you non-stop and have a cat
Quicksnap I can make nine lives elapse, in a burlap sack
Consigned from the riverbank, mud sliding beneath my vans
In Phoenix Park awaiting my demons, up with the lark until evening
Wheeling dealing that dialled in feeling, loaves fishes mass feeding
Today my pond is teeming, got my opps seething, my crop steaming
Scheming with weed but brown and white too because I’m greedy
Conor McGregor how I make no apologies, sock anyone refusing juice
Garda come, fluent in bollocksology, constantly replenishing my stock
The stank of that need to smoke it in a drop top, my energy bar is empty
But no amount of it can fend me, that poem you wrote and sent me
Docking points for poor entries, point then duck when I see my enemies
Kiss an arrow before it marries the breeze, Skyrimese arrow struck knees
Terrain must be muddy how you’re trudging, I’m ahorse with a truncheon
Hit you so hard in the bottom hemisphere you need a month’s liquid luncheon.
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