Alchemisland

Left with my head held high

Only play the opening show, leave on a high

They’re wanting more

I’m wanting more, wanton lines in rolled up scores

Residues and pleasure tools, loud tunes to wake the kids in number two

Wake up confused, throbbing cranium mind is bruised

Cough up half a lung but that’s not news

A K not much in views but in cash that’s huge

In my hatchback massive street value

Maps and scans, around more often than Google vans

Scran in the car, noodles and naan for two

Threw half out the window when I saw the blue

Flew a Jolly Roger and got out of dodge, town in the rearview

Two, amount of joints we blew on I flew like a cuckoo

From the nest, we drank brews and clanked the neck

Thank Dionysus for booze, when’s the neck

Tell a cunt in a crewneck vest to wind his neck in

Before I invest his visage with new fixtures

Sutures to mend the fractures and scratches

You look different to the pictures

Strictures, course of medicine a strong admix left you addicted

Prick can’t lift, I make him stiff but not how he wants it

Biff baff my reach could chin a giraffe, out his mouth wrench the grasp

I’m like Bully Beef and he’s chips, grasp his collar so hard he lifts

No need to stance switch or use a switchblade, just hips

And his own momentum, flips like a rat, dark as an eclipse

When he saw my fist coming in, wrecking ball wrapped in skin

Angelsoul wrapped in sinskin, don’t call me thinskinned because killer instinct

My pictures get printed and plastered round, my mixtures get whisked up

In plastic round bowls and passed around, smoked in bowls in old houses

Crackheads frequent, any messing with debtors and my slapheads get sent

Wearing whomper stompers eager to reenact Romper Stomper on your face conker

Call you a plonker then smash you into the lockers

If a teacher tries to intercede, I’ll make his features wonky

Beside green so often they’ve christened me Donkey

Come down to the swamp and meet me, shit’s like a swap meet

Swamp heat, that’s some heat they repeat, swabbing at brows

A heat that’s lurid, robs the proud, bows their head

They’d rather be elsewhere but they’re here instead

It makes them say and feel queer things, fear grips them

Like a Bobby nicked his mark, newfound righteous fear of dark

Brushed poison bark now my pockmarked arm is swollen

Nowhere to go lance it with a hot needle, out from a hole

Goblinskin pus pumping.