Alchemisland

I go from Lou Bega listing lewd conquests I buggered

To quadrident-fisted Vega, masked with hair like Raiden

Fighting, lighting up foes with lightning fast blows

Hit one, his nose explodes

Wore a mask in his casket, closed

His funerary mask looked like create ugly was the task

And I’m the only one who understood the assignment; prize in my basket

Can’t hide pride behind the eyes when I see the latest prices

Praying, hands together like I’m cupping a butterfly who flew into my quiet

Riot Games how I’m in league with legends and freaks

That leaking you hear is a rat strapped to the ceiling with a cleaver through his heart

We’re waiting for his blood to drain into ritual buckets we put out

We’ll use half to satisfy the craft, for the sake of dark arts

Rest is for human black pudding, hung a sign saying “Longpig: it’s lovely”

Your dog was slobbering when I got to the back sliding door

Threw him a chewy treat to keep him sweet, took jewellery and two TVs.