Alchemisland

Dujjjjjz the noise when I hit ya, ya git ya

Get that kit off like it doesn’t fit you

Hit that like her ass was a lit joint someone passed me

Even if you lock in an unblockable shoulder lock, I’m not tapping

Won’t lose to a white belt ammy, I’m so jammy wrapping up white in cling wrap

Missus in her jammies, filling them more than amply

We’re snorting Ambien and listening to Orbital

She’s giving me oral shortly, we’re chortling, gurning like chewing Orbit gum

Strum the plum off her, can’t refuse type of offer

She’s wetter than an otter

Wetter in the stormdrain if I sight a copper, veteran moves

I’m in Coppers, I like her from the top up

All your gold clobber is gold leaf, bronze or copper

None of it top end, white stripes like Tottenham Hotspur 

Chronic so good I developed a drug dependency

These shrubs help me to evolve my worst tendencies

Until my life starts to revolve around medicines

Mendicant I don’t often go out

But when I do, weather-dependent, I’m wearing garish pendants

Hitting the pen outside the dance, I’ve got loud packs in the van back

How could anyone ever get sick of the dole

Off my head I lost control, cacked me jocks and there’s no bog roll

Christmas teatowel to clean my shite 

I’m going teetotal after tonight

I’ve lost control and its sequel but I know rock bottom when I feel it

Strangers coming in, space invaders

They don’t know me but they’ve brought gifts like I’m waiting in the manger, a saviour

Feeling Fat Tony, a fat yoke from Tyrone sucking my toes for nose

I’ve got cronies doing doughnuts and throatcuts

I’ve got crow that’ll turn a maiden into a crone with a prolonged go

Kate Moss everything except the nose

I have everything but keep my different coloured dusts separate

I throw an extra bit in the baggy, kick up any extra cash to my handlers, future leverage

Count never diminutive, envelope always a unit, 

Doing the count, inputting numbers like I’m topping up