Alchemisland

Sick hoes got kids with six toes

Never sick when I hit the throat with my pale stick of dynamite

Don’t mind blood ties, I’m on a blood diet, good type only

Junkie cronies broke into the fridge and stole a frozen stock

Copped it so I’ve got lots

Popped it like I’ve got spots

Cropped it, like we’re not mates since that day, erased your face

With you it’s always talk of back in the day

You’re slower walking than Charlie Chalk

There was a murder and I was aboard, Christopher Walken

A while since I’ve been abroad, signed off, flight tomorrow

I’ve no tie can I borrow your wine coloured one?

Why?

I’m meeting a new broad

Now I’m bleeding because

All the bleedin’ coke is gone

Hand me gauze swabs

I’m in odd socks

Hog swaddled in Hugo Boss

Won the lottery clobber.