Bumping Curtisy Landmine as we cross this land of mine
My drugs land mine how they leave you legless
Unable to peg it when I take out the skeng
Crusties with dread mullets in my house
Skulling cans of borrowed Bulmers in my lounge
Scroungers, drowned rat look, wet dog redolent smell, I cast a spell
To make them leave my dwelling but I get the wrong spelling
End up summoning something malevolent, something eldritch
I pray to El that my enemies end up dead in ditches, dragged back to hell
I switch at knelling twelve, start selling
Product in cellophane, prep in kelvins.
Alchemisland 
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