Alchemisland

Got the Benz doing bends, no sign of Radiohead

I’m a Type O Negative, uniform sporting zebra stripes

My strike force deep behind enemy lies, fixing bombs with wires

Calling in air strikes, winning the entire war without a heartrate spike

Got the ick she refused my weed, my entire release system Green Knight dyed

I’m spending green nights, child of green Knowe

Call my bags woolpit, call me an alchemist away from the public

On the pulpit causing trouble, Papal Bull arrives in double time

Grinding it to dust like I’m turning fruit to pulp, take off the rind

Take a peak and feel at what’s inside