Alchemisland

Guns of Navarone

Good feeling never owing

Used take loans at cutthroat rates

Now I’m owed and scrotes better pay if they value their throats

I’ll remove something you can’t replace with emotes

Curtail your genetic trail by snipping your wiener through your g-star jeans

I’ll ensure you can’t pass on your genes because you’re a spa, retard

I’m standing hitting keys but I’m not playing the keytar

Elf eyes I see far, soap bar in the one bunned for Jah

Feldspar flavour elfbar

Club is rebar

Cousin’s wedding, clunge and free bar

Turned out to be his funeral, fudge and grieving parents

Sons or cousins or neighbours going spare

Screaming at us to get out of there

We’re barely there

Registering their threats as a faint hissing in the ear, like snakes in the hair

Suddenly I’m frightened, dying for the open air

Text from Mikey, fuck yeah I’m going there

Full Nike on a nicked bike wheel skyward

Half five, second night, vicious cycle

Someone measure the direction of that spiral

Someone pleasure the erection of that guy

These days all the under eighteens have the same fade

Is everyone stuck on the same page?

Happened me before, a wank got away

From me, splatted, sprayed between the staples

Right onto the dimples and ample hips of Katie.