Alchemisland

Empty the treasury it’s feeding time

Each backstep and tragedy seeds a rhyme

You left me alone last night 

I wasn’t worried but I was bored

Guess it’s my fault having nothing else to do

Ain’t yellah yelling nevah at death

Old builder boots hard, yeah

Fuck the Bilderberg Group

Grubs in suits, shoot ‘em

Fuck the results from Google

Fuck everything you heard from a computer

Conk you out hitting you with a frozen tuna

Chucklevision when we fast pass after two hits, pass out after

Pasta night, hard to please an Italian Captain who loves his mamma 

I could eat a whole tray of lasagna if it wouldn’t bring dishonour on us

Rust on my medal of honour, goals goals goals saving Packie Bonner.