High end clobber in my footlocker
Slobbery slop top from a jizzlobber
Sell five bags, Silvio’s for a spice bag
Out for three nights
Moon a thin slice of pale lemon
Venus with the venom, she’s something else
Nothing less than the phenom will do
She wants to gob pills then nom me
Show me that crop, the unstoppable phenomenal chronic
Smoked so many lances the air was fulla gyring phantoms
Had to rub my eyes to make sure it wasn’t a desire-born fantasy
Irish girls drinking vodka Fanta mixer, doxies in scant panties looking foxy
Not doxxing but I had to put your address on the box when posting the toxins
Out of this world bird looking to rock my world in exchange for world-turning
Pale fishbelly colour pills like perfect pearls, the way she makes the lines that’s no tourist
Use the coke to make a design, a rune she tells me meant fire to the vikings
Just passed it and it’s back in my face like a gladius tip staring down the blood-tasting gladiator
Alchemisland 
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