Alchemisland

Running the gauntlet of voluntary abuses

Never made this type of music before Satan introduced me to it

In place of druids, summoned with seminal fluids mutants

Fit for shooting crawled abusively from alchemical flasks

He came forth last, at last, this realm’s lord and master maskless

His task all good’s eradication, I assist without being asked

Hope the world is reduced to ashes, enough time passes that 

It’s massive names scrolling space direction, credit claims, erased

Half the plot I smoked half of the crop I’ve got, coughing

Like a closetocoffin, I’ve got opps to dodge and rodges to podge

How much bodge you got? Don’t query quantity if you get onto me

Know I’ve got it, and got it on me, speed quality I’m all economy

All encompassing my slice of the drug economy

My compass spins, circadian rhythm fucked, how many regions I’m in

I’m widespread as the internet, as many men and houses

Get my spices as the binmen visit out at half past five

I survive how the foxes do and thrive, run at first sight

Never be seen, never boast, never be forced to deny or lie

Live a clean life with a long shadow

Don’t let me find where you’re at though

I understood the assignment if the test title was PHD in random violence

I keep ninety nine percent of this fire pent up inside but it slips out

Like a wire poking through the sallow skin of an older model android

I’m raging like I’m on roids

I’m like Roy Shaw ready to pop off with facestomps

Gloves on or gloves off doesn’t matter to the Guvna.